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Saturday, July 14, 2012

When a bad day just doesn't end.

Early Wednesday afternoon, I set off to go to a few stores.  My kids wanted to stay home so I told them to call me if they had problems.  Luckily they didn't call me, but I wanted to hurry and get as much done as possible before things hit the fan at home - you know the pressure.

So I took off, dreading Wal-mart because really, who likes to spend so much money on food anyway?  (Though I have to admit I do love Wal-mart for their price match because it saves me tons of money with little effort.)  Anyway, I was on the way to the store and realized that I left my shopping list home.  So I drove home and got it and tried again.

The next store I went to was a little mom and pop store.  It was also in Lindon, so far away, but it was supposed to be a two minute stop.  When I got there, the lady was on the phone.  I had to wait 15 minutes to get her to help me.

The minutes were adding up.

I decided to skip Costco since I had already added at least a half an hour to my trip that I wasn't expecting.

As I was on my way home, I remembered that Warrick had a t-ball game the next day, but didn't have a mitt.  I also thought of my worn out running shoes that needed to be replaced.  I decided to "quickly" run to the sporting good store in Spanish Fork since it was right off the freeway and just one more exit south.  As I took the exit, I got a call and as I was talking I went past the street I was supposed to turn on.  Quite a bit past.  Who allows people to talk and drive anyway? So I had to back track several blocks.

Add up the minutes.

I finally got to the store.  I decided to put up the little silver reflector thingy in my window to keep the car a bit cooler since I had milk and other groceries in there.  Well, just as I closed the door, I realized that as I was putting up the silver reflector thingy, I had set my keys down.  Yes.  I was locked out.

I called the Spanish Fork Police to come and help me.  She said she dispatched an officer and to wait by the car.  Well, 20 minutes later and a long cook in a parking lot, the officer arrived.  I bagged getting the shoes, but decided to get the mitt since I was there and would need it the next day.  There was only one left, my lucky break of the day, it just happened to be an expensive one.

I finally got home.  All was well.

I then went to a funeral and my alarm went off.  Very loudly.

Finally the moment I had been waiting for since about 2:30 that afternoon.  It was time to put the kids to bed.  I was sooooo ready for the day to be over.

Well, just as they were on their way, Glenn's parents surprised us with two of our nieces from Philly that we hadn't seen for years, literally.  That was a good surprise.  The bad part was that the day wasn't over.  The kids were excited and ran out onto the tramp.

Our friend came by to pick up his son that was over about the time that Warrick started screaming from the tramp.  The kids yelled that he broke his arm.  I've heard that before.  Our friend happened to be a doctor, an oncologist, but I figured he would know something.  I asked if he would look at it.  He walked over.  "Yeah, I think it's broken."  I then looked and said, "I'm no doctor, but I think it's broken.  You know how Warricks arm used to bend like this, well now it bends like this." (For the Brian Regan Fans)  It was very broken and very obvious.

So Glenn and I took Warrick to the Springville Instacare.  We pulled up and found that it had just closed.

So we headed to the Provo one.  When we got to the exit we needed to take, we found out it was closed too.  The next exit was Orem so we drove to that and backtracked.

The day wasn't getting better.

Then when they were taking x-rays the nurse said that if there was any chance that I might be pregnant that I should not be in there.  I told her there was no chance.  Then I realized, there is always a chance and after a day like I had just had.  I decided to wait in the hall.




When we first got to the Provo Instacare, the nurse said in a slightly condescending tone, "Where does it hurt."  Warrick said in a very condescending tone, "Where it's dented!"

2 comments:

the quirky one said...

Oh, Kelly, I'm sorry your day went so horribly! I do love Warrick's response to the nurse though - perfect after the day you had! Here's hoping the next day went much better for you both!

Dorothy said...

Thankfully days like this are few and far between, but they will always be the days we love to look back and laugh about. Poor Warrick! I love the conversation with the nurse--so funny!