Injurycation (pt. 2)

So I am in the ambulance and I call Kathy to tell her I've been in an accident. She feigns concern then asks me when I'll be back to pick up the kids. When I remind her that I am calling her from an ambulance she says "Of course, take your time" as if I had just told her I have only one more errand to run. Then she tells me I can reimburse her for the cost of feeding the kids dinner when I am "all done". I'd tell her to take the kids back to the house and let them fend for themselves but I am afraid she'll steal something, so I told her ok and hung up on her while she was making some comment about Cody getting into her shoes. I thought of who else I needed to call. Not Brian, he can't do anything from Asia, and I don't live near my family, so I guess that just leaves Tyler. Whom I called. When I called him I greeted him with a "Hey honey" so that the ambulance driver's wouldn't know his name. It was a little bold since we weren't at the stage yet, but I honestly didn't have a choice. Tyler was so concerned that at first I didn't recognize it as concern but sarcasm, because that's how detached I am from hearing sincere concern. And then you know what that guy did? He left work and met me at the hospital.

(con't tomorrow)

Movin' on Up!

I've been really torn on which entryway to record the kids' height progress. So torn that I've avoided it for a record 7 years (since Bekka was born). But yesterday Bekka complained, again, how we don't have one and her friend Roxy does. In my defense, Roxy's mom loves being a mom, and I don't. But today, I think I've decided that the front door frame is the place to do it. Here's what's good about that particular doorway - as soon as people walk in the house, they see instantly that we are in step with the rest of American parent's, ruining the enamel on the trim with a pencil and permanent marker.