Saturday morning as I’m in my uber-productive mode preparing for Emily’s arrival I got the phone call every mother dreads. Chase came downstairs holding out the phone, and said "Mom it’s somebody from ski patrol at Mount Spokane"
my stomach immediately jumped into my throat and I responded with a nervous "Hello?"
I listened, took notes and felt my "motherly instincts shift into auto pilot"
Within 15 minutes I’d packed up Addie, printed my map quest route, filled the van with gas and was headed up the mountain to pick up my injured son …
don’t panic. he’s fine. We did think that we might have a hairline fracture in the femur — but it turned out to be a great big hematoma (spelling?) that is day by day becoming the mother of all bruises. He is limping around, milking it for all it’s worth — but we are so glad he is whole!
I came home to find a short somewhere in our kitchen that was causing the breaker to trip, over and over again. Our friend Todd, the electrician hung out for an hour or more trying different things with no success. We burned candles all weekend and yesterday, Todd came back and finally found some errant wires that were already fried — potential fire waiting to happen. Scary. Back to Saturday.
It starts snowing like this …
and I think to myself, roads can’t be good — I don’t want to be late to pick up Emily, so I leave the groceries on the counter, pack up and find my husband in the garage fixing a flat tire on my van — at that point you just have to laugh and say "what an adventure" I took Geof’s car, got Emilly — and we ultimately enjoyed a great dinner at one of our favorite restaurants.
Here are some pics to prove that empty drawers abound — I’ve actually started filling a few back up to use upstairs next to Taft’s art easle (stamps and ink)
the final count when we posted last night was 47 — hello? Are you a bit disturbed that I even had 47 drawers to empty — I know I am. I woke up this morning and had to go downstairs just to see them all again. 47 drawers!!