This has not been a fun week. At all. The stove blew up on Monday night as I was cooking dinner. And I'm totally not kidding - one of the burners blew up, shorted out, sparks flying everywhere. And that was the end of the stove. So, we ate out of the crockpot or microwave all week. And take out food.
Wednesday was Elizabeth's neurologist appointment that left me in disbelief. That this was happening to our family again. Still don't quite believe it. When I told dh that the school nurse wanted her to wear a medic alert bracelet, he said, well, now 2 kids have them. Wonder what Andrew's is eventually going to say? Sigh. That's about how we're feeling right now. And then to have to stay up all night Wednesday and keep Libby up for her sleep deprivation EEG on Thursday afternoon was absolute torture. And then some.
Followed by three meetings with the school nurse and others, two girl scout meetings, planning for a photo shoot, and meeting with the teacher on Friday. Then Em had a sleepover birthday party last night - to be picked up at noon today and Libby had to get to a party across town at 2 and picked back up at 4:30. When we dropped her off, I was just done. Totally done. Emily and I were exhausted and decided not to drive home only to have to turn around an hour later and get her.
So, totally on the spur of the moment, she and I popped into Old Navy. And filled our arms with clothes for her and tried them all on and laughed and talked and had a ball! We were having so much fun, we went to Claire's and got her new earrings and baubles and some for Libby, too. And then on our way to PetSmart to get some new bird toys, we started laughing and joking and ran into DSW shoes. And spent more money! And on and on! It was so much fun to spend time with Emily one-on-one. It's not often that I get to do that and it was awesome! I found out some very interesting things that I probably wouldn't have otherwise - like some of the girls in her class have crushes on boys. In 3rd grade! And that some of the girls are already wearing bras! Whoa! And that she wants to wear undershirts now so she doesn't feel uncomfortable. So, we stocked up on those. All good stuff - stuff that was really good for both of us - laughing, sharing secrets and information, and some good old-fashioned retail therapy. Good times.