What I did today.

I had a full day of cleaning planned. Didn't happen. I dropped the kids off at school and wasn't home 10 minutes before the phone rang. Actually, Tim's cell phone rang. Apparently they had tried mine, but it was on vibrate, so I didn't hear it. We were asked to come pick up Ethan, who had slipped on black ice on his way to the second grade line.

We found him in the nurse's office, holding a cold compress to his left eye. When he took his hand away, he exposed a rather large, deep gash just above his eyebrow. It was pretty gruesome. I refrained from freaking out, and we escorted Ethan to the BYU urgent care clinic. There we dodged legions of sniffling, hacking students and met with the doctor (who, 14 years ago, treated Tim when he tried to cut his finger off in the lawn mower).


This impressive split earned Ethan 12 stitches- beautifully straight, even, tiny stitches, I have to say. This doctor knows what he is doing. (Tim doesn't have a scar, either- although the presence of his fingerprint is doubtful.) Aside from the application of anesthetic, and the last two stitches when the drugs were wearing off, it was a piece of cake. I didn't make him go back to school, so he thinks it's all worth it. Also, his brothers think he's really cool. And stickers are always good.


All that, and I still got back in time to drive the kindergarten carpool, take the girls to gymnastics, attend parent teacher conferences, and make dinner. But the house still isn't clean. Oh well.