The Accidental Incident

So much to blog about....so little time.

I am way behind on my blogging, both reading them, and writing them. It was an eventful week last week.  As much as I anticipated the rest, contemplation, and slow-down of Holy Week, just the opposite is what I got. I had to find peace in the little spaces between all of the rush rush and hubbub that took place last week.

It started with the busiest first half of the week I've had all year so far.  Plus, as I mentioned HERE I had a holy terror to deal with! We are still in the process of learning how to deal with our precocious 4 year old, but I guess that's what parenting is, a process. 

Speaking of the precocious 4 year old, we had an "accidental incendent" involving her last Thursday.  My husband was on his way home from work and I was busy readying the girls for the Holy Thursday.  I had washed their faces, got them re-dressed and had finished up their hair with just enough time to spare so that I could press my dress and freshen my makeup.  I was supposed to have my feet washed at the service so I was really honored and excited to be a part of it! 

I was upstairs ironing when I heard a commotion downstairs and Olivia started crying...I knew it was something more than just a little bump or a cranky toddler cry so I rushed downstairs to see what was going on.  Livi was lying on her stomach crying. Jordan was standing at the front door (as a lookout for her dad...we were going to play an April Fool's Joke on him, in the midst of everything else that was supposed to be going down in the next few hours) and Ava was hiding her face as she layed on the couch.

The story that I got out in bits and pieces was that Ava was on the couch, Livi crawled up to tickle her, Ava didn't like it and "kicked her off" and then she whacked the back of her head on our slate and metal coffee table and went down. As I was hugging Olivia and consoling her I noticed blood on my hands.  GREAT! She had cut herself. I ran for a towel and icepack and tried to figure out what to do. Of course I wasn't dressed either!!!

15 minutes later when my husband walked through the door, I was still holding Livi who was starting to fall asleep at the time.  I was still in just a bra and underwear too! Her bleeding cut had slowed down/stopped by then but I was concerned about a possible concussion...especially since she was falling asleep on my lap.  We decided a trip to the E.R. would be best just to be on the safe side.

As soon as we walked in, I knew we probably didn't need to be there...Livi was back to her old self again. Evidence?  Here's a pic of her showing off her bracelet:

She was very spoiled by all of the hospital employees. I mean she was the cutest thing to walk through the door all day I am sure!

She even got a book and a stuffed bunny from the doc that checked her out!

She was fine. Didn't need a stitch. Didn't show signs of a concussion.  But of course we found it out too late to attend the Holy Thursday Mass.  When we got home her sisters (and daddy) were waiting with pictures they had drawn for her and I could tell they were really worried about her and Ava showed remorse and seemed very sorry for her actions. 

I was disappointed about missing having my feet washed, but I guess the point of the ceremony is to remind us of Jesus' humble service to us and how we are to be servants to one another.  I just got a different reminder of that on Thursday, I suppose.

I have more blogs to come that will include:

Our Easter Celebration

Giving up Facebook for 40 days

Happy Monday!