Well, after two different people have expressed a desire to have me update my blog, here I am!

Nothing has been wrong here.  We’ve just been busy with school, and I have been strangly lacking in inspiration on things to write.  Sometimes I look around and wonder what exactly folks want to know about my day.

But today I have something to write.

Last night Isaac came home after his guitar lesson, went to put his guitar away in the study, and was irritated to yet again find the baby gate blocking his way.  He picked it up and tossed it over to where he intended to put it.  Unfortunately he misjudged his strength, and the sound of shattering glass quickly made its way to the kitchen where Michael and I were standing.  Michael was totally irate with Isaac.  It took him many minutes to calm down enough to be able to figure out what to do about the broken window.

We finally decided that Isaac needed to pay for half of the cost of replacing the window.  That means he is in debt for $100, which is way more than he thinks he’ll ever be able to pay off.  Meanwhile, he can’t use his dad’s technology until the debt is paid.  Poor Isaac thought his world had come to an end.  He shed many tears of anger, frustration and hopelessness.  Fortunately the world seemed a little brighter for him this morning.

Today was a busy day.  We did school stuff, had some friends over to play, and then I got ready to hurry to the theater to get some tickets for the new Inkheart movie.  As I walked to the van, Laura and Isaac followed me outside to ask a few questions.  When they started racing back inside, Isaac beat Laura inside and tried to keep Laura from getting in.  Laura put her hands out to keep the door from closing, and she put her hand right through the glass in the front kitchen door.  I was climbing into the van when I heard the shattering glass.  I quickly looked back to the porch to see Laura holding her hand up.  I hollered, “Are you hurt???”  She answered in a shaky voice, “YES.”  So I hollered as I went running toward her, “I’m coming!  It’s going to be ok, Laura!”  When I got up there and saw the blood on her hand and arm, and saw the blood dripping to the porch, I reached inside and grabbed some paper towels so I could sop up the blood and see what damage was done.  I saw a puncture on her wrist that didn’t look too bad, but then I saw a more serious cut on her right ring finger, and I realized she needed stitches.  So I told her quickly that she was going to be ok, that it wasn’t too bad, but that she did need stitches, and I was going to call Daddy.  I called Michael and he said he was on his way home.  As I was fumbling in my purse for Laura’s insurace card, our neighbor from across the street showed up at the front door, and we hollered to be careful of the broken glass.  I told her I was going to take Laura to get stitches, and right away Monica replied, “I’ll stay here with the baby.”  I gave her a quick rundown of where Lilly was, that Michael was on his way home, and that Isaac would clean up the glass.  When Monica saw Isaac’s hesitance with the glass, she grabbed the broom.  “I’ll sweep.”

So I left home with great confidence that Monica would hold down the fort until Michael got there.

When Laura and I walked up to the desk at the PromptCare place, I explained that she had just put her hand through a piece of glass, and that I didn’t think it was needing the emergency room, but that I did want a doctor to look at it.  I must say, that’s the best service we’ve ever gotten at the prompt care place.  They didn’t even have us sit down.  They took us right back to a room, and a nurse looked at Laura’s hand right away.  When the doctor came in, he did a check to make sure no muscles or tendons had been hurt, and then decided it was something he could stitch up.  He was such a kind doctor, and he was so nice about reassuring Laura and visiting with her about horses while he was working on her finger.  Turns out this guy’s wife has two Arabian horses, so he knew all the lingo and how to talk to a horse-crazy girl.

Anyway, Laura is all put back together, Michael got the window patched up, I managed to make supper without ruining it completely, and now I’m finally sitting quietly wondering when this day will be over.

We now have two windows to replace.  We have a child with 4 stitches.  But all is well, and life will go on.  I can’t imagine what tomorrow will bring.  Hopefully it won’t bring any more broken windows.