It's been a hard week at work. We switched computers and upgraded software, meaning that everything this took about 15 minutes longer.
I was feeling particularly rushed and frustrated around noon today, trying to hurry, but not mess up so that I could get home in time to take the beautiful wife and girls to the store.
I had just finished telling the beautiful wife that I likely wouldn't get home in time so I wanted to try and surprise her.
There was no need.
The phone rang and showed my home number. "Hello, I just thought you should know I'm going to the hospital," she said very nonchalantly. At first I was just a little confused because she's been spending a lot of time taking her mom and aunt back and forth recently anyway. so the next sentence was a shock.
Little Sister "needs some stitches."
At that point I realized there would be no shopping trip, but no the sense of urgency was a little different.
I knew there was no way I'd get done in time to actually be any help, but I still wanted to get home.
Once there, Little Sister came bounding around the corner like nothing had happened, "DADDYYYY."
The Bandaid didn't look too big or scary. So we played, had dinner and went about our business.
It wasn't until right before bed that I actually got to see the wound.
Not too bad for a first trip to our town's newly opened ER.
Oh yeah, I can't forget the best part. The glasses she just got on Wednesday? Mangled. Not so bad that they couldn't be repaired, but it figures.