Today was so stressful I'm eating an ice cream cone in bed.
But we're all home now, snug as bugs. George had a last minute trip to the vet and got antibiotics. Harps had an ER visit, fresh out of the bath, in bare feet and a strange pink and yellow outfit we pulled hastily from drawers. She came home singing Aladdin songs and cheering: "Baby's fine!'
I can't even make a funny story out of it because, well, kids and sick stuff and potential sick stuff just make my heart heavy. I've been there when you show up at the ER and suddenly your worst thoughts are coming true. So it's not really easy anymore to brush things off, to remind myself the stats, to stay calm during the unknown.
She's just fine (knock on wood) if not completely pissed at us for taking her to the hospital at bedtime. I freaked out about an under-the-skin rash I saw during bath and while I was quite certain she was showing signs of Leukemia or Meningitis or about to lose her leg due to blood poisoning... the docs say it's probably nothing/keep an eye on it. Of course, I'll be watching it and every other spot on her body till she's 100 and I'm 127...so I'll never really feel total peace. But right now, tonight, I'll let myself feel a little bit.
Please let me remember how I felt tonight when it's 5:30 and she's screaming her head off about wanting another Wonder Pets and a slice of honey bread and dinner is burning and George peed on my foot and I just want to run away to a small village in France where I'll ride my bike in a flowy dress and pick out baguettes from the farmer's market while people sing about my head being stuck in a book. Please let me remember my life is pretty much perfect right here.
Oh and if you want to see my Jones in all her glory, check this vid.
Now to finish my cone before cc comes up.