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Any mom will certainly notice right off that someone has lazily deposited an empty pitcher in my refrigerator. (And we need more eggs.)

Now I have to say I have been known to put the milk in the pantry by mistake or even put the cereal box in the refrigerator--but it's generally because the people I live with are shouting out orders so fast I feel like Beetlejuice with my head spinning around in circles. So yes, my mistakes are justified.

I am often heard saying, "I'm the mom NOT the maid." That is my motto--but it would probably be better received if we had a maid and everyone could actually see the difference. I'll work on that.

I haven't told of this weeks folly yet...

Picture this: 15 minutes before we need to leave for church. I'm still far from being ready, the kids are dressed, but have not been fed any sort of a snack to sustain them until 2:00--the downside of 11:00 church.

Seth comes walking out of my closet with a 10 pound weight--the disc kind that goes on the end of Jared's barbells. I'm running to him (it feels like in slow motion) and he drops it(edge side not the flat side) on the top of his foot. He screams, the foot swells and turns purple. Jared is at a meeting and I'm realizing that he and I both have teaching assignments in an hour--not enough time to make a trip to the ER.

I made the executive decision not to take him in. He didn't want anyone to touch it, but within minutes he was running around the house so I decided we could wait until Monday--and save about 5 hours in an ER (not to mention the $100 co-pay) when we all know they would have taken an x-ray and told me to take him to a specialist on Monday.

So that is what I did. I took him to a orthopedic surgeon who is in our Stake and who we've been trying to get together for a BBQ with for about 6 months. He's a young guy, and his, now 4 year old, son was diagnosed with Type 1 last April. So I finally got to meet him and I'm looking forward to meeting his wife sometime soon.

Anyway, Seth's foot was fine. The x-ray was a nightmare. I couldn't hold him by myself, so the x-ray tech got the receptionist to come and push the button while he helped me hold him down. That kid is the Incredible Hulk. We really could have used another person, but there was no one available. The poor guy--the tech not Seth--Seth was pushing his head away and screaming "Stop it guy! Stop it guy!"

It reminded me of a time when Rachel was not quite 2 and I was pregnant with Jonah. She spiked a fever of 105.5!! We took her to the ER--it was at night--and they never were able to determine what the fever was coming from, but on of the tests they did was a urine test, but the wanted a clean sample and had to put a catheter in. They had to get 3 male nurses to hold her down while the doctor inserted the catheter--and these guys were ripped! In fact I recall Jared telling me to stop staring and wipe the smile off my face.

Rachel resisted and screamed like they were pulling her molars out without anesthesia...and then when they were done and walking away, she lifted her head up and said, "Thank you." They all felt horrible.

Back to Seth...the foot is fine. Dr. Warnock explained to me that his feet still have a lot of cartilage and are developing--so it's soft and there were no breaks or fractures. Whew! Seth in a cast? I don't even want to think about it. I am glad we found a good orthopedist that is convenient...we seem to need one a couple of times a year, and the one we've been going to is too far for my liking.

Have a good day.