Our packed day:
Lady Chance takes the day off. Plans to laze around the house all day.
I have an afternoon job interview. Third call back. This one feels right.
7AM: Take Baby Kate to day care.
9:30AM: Maid service arrives early. Lady Chance still lounging in bubble bath. Shrieks…runs into bedroom.
10:30: Begin changing into suit. Banish maids from upstairs during this process.
RING RING RING
10:40: Day care. Baby Kate had a bookshelf fall on her foot. They want us to have a doctor look at it. Lady Chance has to go.
11:00AM I leave for interview.
4PM: Get back from interview. No Lady Chance nor Baby Kate. ‘uh oh’, thinks I.
Yes, when they get home Baby Kate is sporting a REALLY cute little soft cast on her right foot. She’s just barely broken one what, metacarpal?, in her foot. It’s a small break but a real one.
She’s proud of her new ‘shoe’ and wants to display it for me. My heart breaks.
Lady Chance collapses, having had to visit FOUR doctors in 5 hours to get this taken care of.
Get this: the doctor who applied the cast tells her that we must keep a two-and-one-half-year-old baby off her feet for TWO WEEKS!
How is ANYONE supposed to accomplish that? She’s 25 pounds of pure, unadulterated energy at this stage!
I’ll take sympathy, advice, and rants. Your choice.