I’ve been a bad blogger-a very bad blogger. There are days where I open my laptop, excited to monologue about all the foolishness I experience on a weekly basis but I get called to cook dinner or break up a fight between the kids and when I get back– I’ve forgotten what I was going to write about. There are other nights where I’m so damn tired I can barely keep my eyes open and fall asleep with my labtop open beside me and drool on the side of my face. Then other nights I’m up trying to contact a person for The Educator’s Room and everything gets put to the side. Needless to say, I don’t read other people’s blogs OR take care of my own.
It’s okay, they say the first thing to correct a problem is to admit you have one. There I’ll say it. I’ve let this blog go. It wasn’t intentional but damn it sometimes I just don’t feel like doing CRAP. Fast forward to today. After weeks of bitching and moaning tomy husband I took a day off from everything. I just wanted to relax. I got the kids from school, when all of a sudden my son starts vomiting in the car. I mean like repeatedly -scary behavior from a 2 year old! I quickly called my husband to let him know and then I jumped on the Interstate and drove to the nearest Children’s Hospital here in Atlanta, Hughes Spalding. I rushed him (and the other two kiddos) into the emergency room and upon arrival he still continued to vomit. So by the time I signed him in, I was covered with his bodily fluids and he was limp in my arms.
As I waited for the doctor to see us, I scanned the room to see what kind of characters were in there. There was a man with an infant who was blind and had a feeding tube in her mouth. A teenager came in bloody and hurt from some kind of accident (looked school related). A young girl came in with a broke foot. Another child (while we were in the examination room) came in wheezing so bad, I wanted to go over there and help her mom with a breathing treatment. Then finally, there was a newborn baby who couldn’t stop crying. As I looked at my obviously sick 2 year old, I calmed down because I realized our situation could of been worse.
After getting back to the room, the doctor said he could have a virus but without a fever or diarrhea it was anyone’s guess. So they can him some medicine to stop vomiting and around 9pm we were released to go home. As I drove home I thought about blogging about it but I was so tired that when I got in the house I fell asleep-fast. Then when I got a break at work but that never happened. So here I am up close to midnight, recounting my experiences. So what’s the morale of the story? Sometimes I’m a bad blogger but tonight I actually blogged! Now, have you guys missed me?