Just When You Think. . .

. . .go ahead, finish the sentence. I'd be very interested to read your responses. For me, it's the old, "Just when you think it's safe to step. . . " Reminds me of the classic thriller movies that were so prevalent in the 80s.

I survived my weekend. Enjoyed the big program at church for which I was responsible. Lots of hard work. Lots of great team members. Lots of hungry people. Lots of sore muscles. But, always worth it.

Arrived home. Bed? Nope. Had to watch football. . .checked the computer. . .Edison's science project needed "oohing" and "ahhing" before bed. Talked to Dad on the phone. He's home from the hospital. I eventually made it to bed. Once I got in, Caroline started to cough.

You know. . .THAT cough. The one that says, "Mom, this is more than just allergies." "Mom, you'd better take me to the doctor." "Mom, I need to be upright to sleep."

Thankfully, my better half (in so many ways) let me rest, and spent half the night up with the Princess. She eventually came and slept on my right arm while he took the middle-schooler to school. But, as soon as he was home, she wanted breakfast and wanted no part of snuggling with Mommy.

I took a shower, called Mother's Day Out, and called the doctor. Appointment set. Time to call into work.

I took her to the doctor. She's fine. Slight upper respiratory infection. Not contagious. No medicine prescribed. In other words, there was no point in going. But, my wonderful pediatrician did NOT talk down to me. Instead, he went over her full file (not a small feat) and really rejoiced with her ability to walk across the exam room with no assistance. You gotta love a good pediatrician!

So, we came home without stopping at the pharmacy. She napped. I worked. Baked a cake. Cooked chicken. The usual.

Tomorrow? We're going to the sitter's house. It's a new sitter, but she's one of my favorite people. Caroline will get to spend the morning with Gretta. All will be good.

So. . .now I think that it's safe for me to . . . . .