Welcome Home!

We just returned from an awesome cruise with Matt's family. His mom took all of her children and lucky spouses to the Carribean. It was good times with great family.

We returned Sun morn at 1 a.m. to find Tenney throwing up. Welcome home! Then, poor Hunter started with an ear ache after missing 4 out of 5 days last week because of a sinus infection and migraine. He needed ibuprofen every 2 hours, but of course I couldn't do that, so he was writhing in pain all last night until 11:30 this morn when I got him into Levin's office. I was leaving that office going to get the antibiotic on Main St and a police officer pulled me over. Now, count them. I was going on two nights with little sleep. By this time Hunter had been screaming in pain for about 12 hrs off and on. I couldn't imagine why the dang officer was pulling me over and of course I was thinking about the a ticket I had gotten for speeding about a month ago and then there was a slight accident of crashing in Michelle Alberdi's rental car not too long ago. "How are you today mam?" "Not so great," I somewhat hysterically answered, "My son has been writhing in pain from an earache. We're just going to get his antibiotic." The officer looks in the back to see him holding his ear and crying. "I can't imagine why you pulled me over!" I say. "Well, Mam, you rolled through the stop sign." "I can't believe it! Are you kidding me?!" I guess I was "frazzled" at least that's how the officer described me. Tenney didn't have her seat belt on, and the officer noticed and reprimanded me. I explained that I told her to put her seat belt on right when we got in the car and she didn't listen, so I unrolled her window and asked him to talk to her. "Little girl," he said in the sweetest voice, "will you pinky swear (sticking out his pinky in a crook) to put your seat belt on when you get in the car?" You think I was "frazzled," Mr. Officer?! Tenney starts crying and in MY same whining, "frazzled" voice yells at the officer that she had tried to put her seat belt on but the dang seat belt was stuck at the top so she couldn't get it on, and Hunter was screaming because of his ear so she just left it alone. I turn back and yell, "Tenney, you can always ask me to put it on?" The officer tries again, "Little girl do you pinky swear to . . ." She cries to him again, "I told you. It was stuck back there," pointing to the place the belt comes out of the metal." "Okay," the now "frazzled" officer says, "I hope you all get better. Go get your medicine and go home and hopefully your day will get better." He tapped the car two times and sent us on our way, happy as can be to be out of our presence. He let me go without even looking at my driver's license. Now that is a good day!