Granite, BEFORE it's manufactured into countertops. Looks solid, no?Okay, so yesterday I said, "please don't tell me things come in threes."
Today I say, "our three things are up!"
I really was still getting over the Paigey finger thing on the heels of Kaya's appendicitis, when some of the kids in our neighborhood came over to play yesterday. . .
and, as the granite Gods would have it. Poor Emily, Paigey's friend, was running in our living room/kitchen area and leaned down to pick up the dog's ball and HIT her head on the corner counter.
Translation = she cut her eye open on the blasted countertop (because stone apparently has no give)!
It took all the strength I had in me to not curse. And I'm not even embarrassed to say that. I felt so terrible for her--and sincerely just as terrible for me. How much can one mom take?
My favorite part of the experience is when Dave and I are doing triage on the cut and Dave says, "call her mom."
That's when I remind him, "They're on a CRUISE for 7 days!"
Oh yeah, not only does she get an owie at OUR house, but she gets it when her mom and dad are gone.
Thank goodness for grandmas and grandpas. We called them, took Emily over there pronto, and off she went to urgent care (the same one that has seen the us twice in 5 days).
Emily came by last night about 7 to show us her "whiskers"--4 stitches! Ugh. My heart. (She said she didn't cry for the stitches though. Very brave.)
Does someone want to tell me again why we don't drink? It's not sounding like a bad idea right now. LOL!
Get well Emily! So sorry you got hurt at our house. Ugh.
