the Good, the Sad and the Adorably Maimed.

Let me start by telling you all a very sad story with an ironically happy ending. Our home in Texas has been on the market for one year (this month). That is a long time and unfortunately a lot of money. We have had two deals fall through due to: one totally random circumstance (and rather hard to believe, if you ask me-a woman and her fiance, the fiance was shot and killed two days before closing and the woman found out he was a drug dealer...so typical.) and one due to a buyer's own house selling falling through (got it? no one wants to buy houses...don't tell me if yours sold fast, it will only make me feel bad.) This has been especially hard because I loved our home and it was just perfect for us. ANYWAY! back to the ironically funny ending. One of the reasons for living with my parents (besides the necessity of help to maintain my sanity during this no husband/no father/big belly time period) was to save money, and avoid paying two mortgages/rent (which we did all last summer...bummer.) We didn't save a ton of money because our house continued to sit and wait out the long winter when no one was buying houses (again, don't tell me how fast yours sold...I like to believe that our house wasn't some kind of reject.) THE DAY AFTER MY HUSBAND, now nicknamed "the good luck charm", ARRIVED HOME, (the caps were for dramatic emphasis...had I been speaking directly to you, I would have raised my voice and used some kind of over dramatized arm motions) we received another offer on the house....the first in 6 months. All is set to close later this month, on the condition that their own house closes the week before. So not to jinx it or anything...little 'hooray' for now.
That was the Good.
The Sad: one more trip to the ER.
Kids listen up! Treadmills are not toys (for the millionth time). Lesson learned? Good!
We had two guilt stricken sisters trying, tearfully, to take the blame for their little sister's poor fortune. It's good to know that when it comes down to the wire, my children won't run and hide and lie that they didn't do it. They took full blame. It was pathetic "No, I did it, it was my fault, I told her to do it!" They were so worried about her.
She is fine. We thought she had broken her wrist but it turned out to be some yucky friction burns that will heal and hopefully leave no permanent scarring.
We sat in a horribly dirty children's hospital emergency room and sanitized every 30 minutes. We then sat back in the treatment room separated by curtains and listened to the little girl next to us scream bloody murder as they tried to remove some foreign object from her ear.
Good news: University Hospital will give your kids a free slushy with each visit...at least I think it was free...I'll let you know when the bill arrives.
We had doctors and nurses not even working on her coming in to see her..word was spreading that there was an adorable little girl in polka dot shoes being treated for something that didn't make her thrash or scream...and she had no vomit crusting her front....it made her very popular. (this is her trying to look pathetic today even though she is feeling much better.)
So that's it for now. We have been having fun being with Clark. The girls each planned a special one on one Daddy Daughter date with him this week. He plays, he teases, he tickles, he folds laundry, he lets me have naps, he rubs backs and feet, he feeds children, he gives love and attention...we are in heaven. I am fully expecting all hell to break lose when he leaves us next week but for now we'll bask in his presence.