I know, hard to believe, but I have now posted twice in the last 4 hours. I guess "MIA" got my juices going again and opened my mind to all that has occurred in the 2 weeks.
Huh, as I reflect I realize that, God bless him, Hunter is the source of most of my material. I just hope and pray that we both live to see him graduate high school.
Monday of this week was a Monday in every sense of the word.
It started fine enough. You know, the normal boo hoo the weekend is over. Time to enter reality and head to work.
Work was work. Same old same old. Until about 1:30.
I received a frantic call from my mom that Hunter and Ashliana had found Nana's back up Epi pen in the basement.
De Ja Vue! Bleach ring a bell.
Same chapter, different verse.
Not only had they found the epi-pen. Hunter had managed to puncture himself with it.
I guess the old saying "All's well that ends well" is true, but let me tell you there was a period of time that day that I was not sure it would end well for the darlings. Counting to ten was a drop in the bucket. I was looking at counting to like a million.
Suffice it to say they will not be playing unsupervised for-well the rest of their lives-but hey who's counting?
Oh right me!
Protected: Everybody’s daughter and her loss.
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