Monday, Monday....again
It started out early, much too early. I rolled out of bed expecting the grandkids to be in beds, not on the couch. So much for expectations. As I released the dogs from their kennels, the barking woke the grandson. That may have been for the good, he has to leave the house by 0645 to be on time for school. The next thing you know my daughter is here with her two kids and a request that the baby stay here because she has a fever and preschool won't keep her. After about half an hour I realized all my bio-grandkids were in the room without their parents. I am not sure that has ever happened in the past three years. All the kiddos were loaded and off to school by 0645. Left behind, the toddler, the teen and a nine-year-old. The morning progressed without any fanfare. Until that fateful moment when the phone rang... It was the care center. SIL had fallen, no one knows when, no one knows how. But she has a bump on the head, and I need to come and get her and take her to be seen. Okay, ...