The Puddles

So it started Friday.  The morning started really early. Getting Chris and the girls out the door at 7:30am to get to school, and then meeting our neighbor who came over to watch Gordon while Ben and I went to see our new gastro doctor.  The nurse call yesterday to ask if we wanted to come in the morning to see our new doctor (she had a cancellation).  We jumped at the chance, before I realized how difficult our day was going to be.

We made it to the doctor a little early and met with Dr. Vartebedan.  He is a wonderful doctor.  He is part of the Texas Children’s Family, so he knew all of our other specialist doctors.  We talked, he talked to Ben, he checked Ben out, and then decided to not “scope” Ben’s throat.  Does he have heart burn? Yes. Is it serious? Not yet. Is there damage? Probably.  But he said some magic words, “I think this boy has been through enough testing. I don’t need to see the damage.  Let’s just fix it.” Ben did a little fist pump in the office.  He is truly one our favorite doctors!!  The Prevacid that Dr. Purcell put Ben on will heal everything.  We see him again this summer, and we just might be done with Dr. V after that.

After our appointment, we headed home to grab his lunch box and go back to school. It was a half day on Friday.  I went up to the grocery store while Chris watched Gordon for a little bit. Got home. Unloaded groceries and Chris went to pick up the kids from school.  Of course, he left the school with just the girls.  Realized that he left one kid at school, he turned back around.  He calls me from the school to make sure that I took Ben back to school. (I did.) They can’t find Ben.

Meanwhile, my neighbor stops by and asks me to get his two off the bus and watch them for a little while he runs and picks up a third kid.  Gordon and I don’t mind.  I go to get them off the bus and off comes Ben.  Confusing the bus driver (who couldn’t figure out why the girls weren’t there), Ben, and me. We quickly walk home to call the school and let them know that Ben had mistakenly gotten off the bus.  At least we found Ben.

Before Chris can even get home with the girls, a third neighbor boy came to the down and told me he was locked out of his house.  His brother is suppose to be home but no one will come to the door.  I welcome him in, give everyone a snack, and set them in the living room to play some Wii.  Gordon now has three new playmates.  He was in heaven.

Chris comes home.  He takes the boy home and tries the door himself. No luck.  Of course, the boy does not know his parent’s cell phone or his home phone. Great. Now I have seven children in the living room playing Wii.

We finally decide to call the school and get some help.  Chris calls and speaks to the principal.  He tells him what is going on and is able to get a phone number to call the parents.  Five different phone calls later. (Chris does some detective work). He makes contact with mom.  The poor mom was in tears (I think the older brother is going to be in trouble).  The good news . . . we met our neighbors!  And we told them how smart their son was to come to our house after what happened to him.  He comes over to play all the time with Ben, so it was finally nice to meet the parents.

We return the other two to their family, and then spent the next few hours meeting Gracie.  We headed home while Chris headed to a church retreat.  We rounded out the evening with chores, dinner, and bed.  It had been a long day.  And then two were just going to worse.  It is Sunday night and I am exhausted!