Just Another Saturday Night

We spent time with our only child – Scary Baby – who has informed us that she’s not really enjoying her special time as an only child.

Her words: “I’m still not getting any attention.”

Wow, another resounding endorsement of our parenting skills. Not that we’re listing her as a reference.

We get this text as we were leaving Jenna’s basketball game…

Wizzy (6:27 pm): Messed up my foot im on the way to the er. 🙁 Im hurtin

Nothing like having your kid at the Emergency Room a few states away. Obviously, we’re still new at this separation thing.

Next, the Grunter calls during dinner and asks if we can bring his prescription to work for him.

Side note: After the steroid shot and new antibiotic, he proceeded to break out in hives last week. Which got him another round of steroids which is what he forgot to take to work after missing two weeks.

While we waited to hear how Wizzy was doing and spent more quality time with Scary Baby at dinner and grocery store, we stopped by the house and picked up The Grunter’s medicine.

This was our text message exchange:

Me: Confirm w/me what u need us to bring u

Everett: My steroid with the pink cap

Me: Can u come to mall door when we get there?

no response

Me: We’re on our way & we will leave it in the first potted plant on the right when u walk out if u can’t meet us at main mall door.

Everett: I cannot come out. If you can’t bring it up to door then don’t bother with something stupid. I just won’t take it.

Me: Baby

no response

Me: Have the hives zapped ur sense of humor?

The Grunter: Yessir

Almost at this same moment, Roger Leroy sent me this text:

Roger Leroy (9:27 pm): The xray was fine. And she just hurt the ligaments and she should be fine.

Sunday afternoon’s live conversation…

Me: You were kind of ugly about your medicine when we were going out of our way to bring it to you, don’t you think?

The Grunter: I can’t leave when I’m working.

Me: OH PLEASE. I’ve seen you all at work. Don’t tell me you can’t say “Hey, I’ll be back in 5 minutes, I’ve gotta run to the front door…hold my broom, will ya?”

The Grunter: I CAN’T.

Me: It’s not like you’re on high security detail at the movies. Give me a break. You could be a little nicer when we were helping you out!

The Grunter: Bye.

Me: Have a lovely day pumpkin.

Sunday night’s email picture update:

And finally, this sweet little status on Roger Leroy’s Facebook that I saw on Saturday night after all the fun…

Sweet on the surface.

Until I asked her what she missed about home. And she clarified that she meant she missed…

Georgia.

Yes, this is my real life.

How was your weekend?