Everyday Dose Of Reality
A few weeks ago we went to a store, and Macgyver bought each of the kids a toy. The three little girls all picked out these super cute stuffed loons. It wasn’t until we were all back in the truck going down the road at 60 mph, we realized the loons make noise. That is always a pleasant time to find these things out. An hour and a half car ride turns into some deranged horror movie, “Death by Loon”.
This past Friday Chase and Isabelle each had a friend stay the night. It wasn’t until around 8 pm that it became apparent Minnie Mouse had pink eye. I declared to all kids in the house to stay clear of the child with pink eyes. I know I heard a barrage of “OK! Will do!” come back at me. Let the procession of cold compresses begin.
In the wee hours of the morning, somewhere around 3 am, I hear this sound. Darkness filled the house, but the sound of a loon was crystal clear. And by loon, I mean the bird, NOT me talking to myself. Nina, during a pink eye rubbing fit must have rolled over on her loon while sleeping. Try as I might, there was no finding that damn bird. All three girls were crammed in the bed together. Finally around 5:30 am, someone nudged or pushed another and the loon stopped. It was far too late for me to try to fall back to sleep. The pack of dogs were up and had to go outside now, NOW, nowwww.
A few hours later, as I sat at the dinning table propped over a cup of coffee, a child emerged into the morning sunlight. Pulling my face from the java facial I had in a cup I asked, “what’s wrong kiddo”? The overnight visitor looked at me in all of her pink eye glory. In the back of my mind, I heard the call of a loon. I don’t mean the bird this time. A loud speaker in my head yelled, “room 2 is ready on floor 3 of the psych ward”. Man I hope they still have those slimming white jackets with jingling pretty silver buckles! This is the only kind of white allowed to be worn after Labor Day.