A heckuva week.

This week has been . . . eventful. That's an understatement.

Sunday: Check engine light goes on in the Concorde and we have to take it to the shop. . . turns out one of the spark plugs and spark plug wires went out and has to be replaced. All I have to do now is pay for the darned thing.

Monday: Worst day of my entire life, y'all. I had Emily in her car seat on the kitchen table (cue the horror soundtrack), turned around to grab my phone from the couch and in those few seconds, she rocked herself out of the carseat and into the floor. It was a long drop and a tile floor and shaved a quarter century off of my life. However, the doctor checked her out and couldnt' find so much as a red mark on her. She was definitely well protected and I'm so grateful.

Tuesday: Starts out as any other day, I dropped Em off at "school" and headed to work. I was a bit worried because she felt warm to me but I'd told the ladies at daycare that she was teething, fussy, and to feel free to give her Tylenol. Which they didn't. So I get a call at 2 p.m. just as I'm heading for a meeting and it's Emmy's teacher telling me that she has a fever of 103. Now, they add a degree to their thermometer readings but that still means she has a fever of 102. Off I go to pick her up and take her home. Luckily, my parents were in town that evening and were able to take her back to Choctaw that night so she could stay with my grandparents on Wednesday. I can't even express how blessed I felt that night knowing I have such great family to rely on.

Wednesday: Emily's at Gran and Poppa's house, Scott and I had a good night's sleep the night before and everything seems to be going well. I called a couple of times to check on my kid and while I get the feeling my grandparents think it's silly of me to call and check (because they, of course, had everything under control), they tell me she's doing just fine. When I picked her up, they told me her fever had started to rise again that afternoon. I get her home and she's such a little cuddle bug. Which is not like her. She usually won't cuddle because she'd rather look all around to be sure she isn't missing something. On the way home from picking her up, I call my boss, who is amazingly understanding, to let him know, I'm going to be home, again, Thursday.

Thursday: Second trip to the doctor's office this week. It's a new record for my family. While Monday I was worried that someone was going to call child welfare and take Emily away from her mommy since she was stupid enough to leave a baby unattended on a kitchen table (idiot), this time, I'm more worried that someone's going to think I'm just making up the "my baby's running a fever and not feeling well" story. Because by the time we arrive at the doctor's office, Emily is more like the usual Emily. She is rocking, playing, smiling, even giggling. I tell the doctor that this is a complete 180 from what she'd been doing all week and the doc just smiles at me. After checking her out, she tells me that Emily does, indeed, have an ear infection. Our very first one. It's not a first I was anxiously awaiting.

Friday: Well, it's been a stressful week but today seems to be moving in a much more normal manner. We had a good night's sleep last night and even though I woke up to a fussy baby, I'm hopeful that she'll be feeling better tonight. Tomorrow it's off to Marmie and Grandpa's house to play and have dinner and Sunday is family day.

The motto for the weekend: No More Drama!