Today started out like any other, I was rushing around, out the door, to the sitters, drinking a hot cup o' joe, on the commuter train, staring at the skeleton with Anorexia (feel so bad for her) and then off to the big B to attend a two hour meeting.
As I'm sitting in the meeting listening to the numerous financial dealings and litigation cases looming I realize I would rather be in Cancun sipping a Corona and resting the day away, but instead duty calls and I need the paycheck.
When I got back to my desk my phone was blinking with VM's from my son's school. The one day I forget my blackberry at my desk I get 5 calls from them. It was an emergency and he had gone face first into a pole. Oh! NO!!! It had happened at 8:45 and it was 10:30. At that moment I felt like the worst mom in the world. 2hrs. It took 2hrs. for them to get a hold of me. They had tried every number I had given them, my e-mail, my husbands numbers and his e-mail (he just happened to be unavailable) and finally reached my father-in-law.
I met them at the doctor's office and met a new version of my boy. One with a giant goose egg (3in. in diameter), a swollen eye that looked to be painted with royal blue eyeshadow, a huge abrasion on his cheek, and a nose with crusty blood. My God!!!! I about had a heart attack. I didn't panic, because believe it or not I seem to be very calm in these situations, but I couldn't help but worry. After having him checked out, it was determined that he would be fine and that I should just monitor him for signs of a concussion. It is now 2:00 and so far so good.
Maybe, tomorrow will be better?
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