Yesterday sure looked like it would a relatively peaceful day at 8:30 AM. Housework, GS prep and end of year paperwork, maybe a little stitching time before I go pick up DS and take him to get his new glasses. (he stepped on them last week.) DD is going over to the neighbor's to play with their little boy. Come home, get her and take him to skills ice time. Go out for a light meal with DD and hit Barnes and Noble. Calm, no rushing....
Then the phone rings at 2 PM, DD has rock in her ear. The nurse says that I knew about it when she left and that her "little brother" put there last night. (YEAH, RIGHT)
Go get her, go get him and start making phone calls - she's not in pain, there's no swelling, barely red at all in there. Mostly, DD is embarrassed now - she admits that she put it there at recess. The doctor's office is laughing and I get an appointment for early evening. OK, get a hold of DH; he's laughing even louder than the doctor's office.
Get the glasses and stop for ice cream on the way home. Rock loosens while she's eating and pops out. Get home, DS does homework, eats, drive to rink, drive to doctor's office in opposite direction - the rock has lots of sharp edges and is longer than wide. PA laughs just as hard was the nurse I talked to earlier. No damage, but no shower until tomorrow.
Finally finish my Wendy's baked potato at 9 PM, too wired to sleep or stitch.
Cheryl