I'm sure everyone is on the edge of their seats waiting to hear how AMEN tore up the coast, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer. Most of you know that last night we made another trip to the ER with Abby. This time, she was playing with a friend and they ran into each other headfirst on accident. Abby's head bore the brunt of the impact and popped oped. She got 6 stitches in what eded up being the most traumatic experience of my life thus far (she took it pretty hard too). We got home from the hospital 14 hours before we had to leave to take Matt to the aiport for his 3 week trip to Brazil. As if that isn't enough, we have half a bag of Oreos, but no milk. How much more can I be expected to handle?
I'm a little drained. It already seems like years ago that I was walking on the beach, hollering at Ethan to quit trying to bury his sister in the sand. I shall overcome, though, and tomorrow will be a better day. Mainly because the kids are going to Mother's Day Out.