Thursday, whilst in the shower, the girl kicked the faucet. She really bruised the top of her foot. It looked bad. I was hoping that she had learned a lesson~~don’t kick the faucet~~.
Friday evening, whilst in the shower, the girl kicked the faucet again……with the same foot……in the same place. Yesterday morning, she couldn’t put any weight on it at all, so I showered…not kicking the faucet…and got ready to take the girl to the local doc-in-the-box as our doc isn’t open on Saturdays. The boy called as I was getting ready to ask me to bring him some papers, for work.
We hopped….ok, she hopped, I held on to her…to the car. Someone had been in my car. Everything that could be opened was. Luckily, there is absolutely nothing in my car of value, unless you think that 2 canvas recycle bags and 1 blue plastic IKEA grocery bag is valuable.
When I dropped the papers off to the boy, I asked him if he had been in my car. Nope. But someone had been in his. His door hadn’t been shut tight, and his things had been rifled through. sigh!
So, we went to the doc-in-the-box…yes, they do X-rays, but sorry, no one is here to work them, you’ll have to go to the ER. big sigh!! Over to the ER, I hoist the girl on my back to carry her in. I am so very glad that no one saw me, save the receptionist and she had the decency to hide her laughter, as this
fat swollen woman piggybacked a 110 pound girl right past all the wheelchairs.
X-rays confirmed that her foot isn’t broken, just bruised pretty badly.
Back home at 11 am, I wake the husband up. “Go see if anything has been stolen out of your car.” I am good for waking the husband up in a variety of ways, and they all have the same affect. He is instantly awake. Once I woke him up chambering a round into our 9mm right next to his bed. Being an Army man, he knew that sound. He is so good to be fully awake in these instances. Once, when he worked 3rd shift, I was cooking lunch and yelled “Fire…fire….fire!!!” You’d think that being a mother of 2 little ones I would be calm enough to know what to do with a fire on the stove, but no…I froze. Every molecule in my body froze, and all I could do was scream. He is so good to be fully awake and come to my rescue. He learned very quickly to wear clothing to bed. Since he learned that lesson so well, he was able to come right down stairs to see that yes, indeed, someone had been in his car too.
So, today, the cars are locked, the house is locked, and the girl didn’t kick the faucet.
Do you lock your cars, even when you are home?