I had grand plans to use last weekend's time wisely and to do a few fun things with my big girl. Sadly those plans came to a screeching halt when we were hit with the stomach bug and discovered a fallen tree on our house.
Friday morning I was feeling pretty good about things. It was cool and sunny -- not a cloud in the sky -- and we were on time for MOPS. The last MOPS event of the year and we were on time. Friday was going to be nothing too special, dinner with friends and getting things together for another trip to the strawberry patch on Saturday, followed by nap time jam making, a Frozen date and sleepover with Caroline Saturday night, and then keeping the nursery and church on Sunday.
But ... mid-way through said MOPS meeting, I got a tap on the shoulder and the news that Caroline had just gotten sick in the nursery. Awesome. I grabbed all my stuff and quickly left. We were home in minutes and this is what we saw when we pulled in the driveway:
Great. Upon further inspection, I discovered that a live power line was between the tree and the house. That makes for quite a sticky situation and one that my brothers, dad and brother-in-law cannot fix.
I parked Caroline on the couch with Curious George, Emma roamed around while I called the insurance company. Thirty minutes later Caroline says, "Mommy, I'm feeling well now." She was better, but I was beginning to ache!
I called in back-up Saturday morning at 1:30 am and my sister was here at 7:30 to help with the girls. They supervised the tree removal and then she whisked them away to Oxford for the night. Not that I could have taken care of them, but I was lost without them.
Sunday I met my family in Raleigh for dinner and to retrieve my girls. This was not a particularly fun weekend and not at all what I had planned, but we survived.
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