911

My poor neglected blog. I haven't had time for blogging this month. I started a new job, which means all my computer time goes to working. (Okay, not all. Who am I kidding? But most.) And the job is writing, so by the time I'm done, I really don't feel like writing any more. Therefore, my blog gets ignored.

But I had to come on here to write what happened yesterday.

Diego and Celo were being crazy and fighting and all that typical kid stuff. I was in a foul mood, so when the boys ran out of the living room, I got on all fours and then dropped my head and arms down onto the ground and tried to say a little prayer. (For patience. Obviously.) Diego came running back into the room and saw me laying there and immediately dropped to my side. He said, "Mommy! What happened? Should I call the police?"

I almost died laughing.

A few months ago, when I was in the middle of all my health issues, I had a lot days where I felt like I would faint. So I thought that it would maybe be a good idea to teach Diego how to call the police in case of an emergency. I told him, "If Mommy is ever on the ground with her eyes closed and you can't wake her up, call 911." Trust me, I felt horrible having that conversation with him, but he really didn't seem bothered by it. We practiced a few times but then we never spoke of it again. So when he came into the room and said that yesterday, I totally wasn't expecting it.

PS, My prayer was answered, because after that funny moment, I was in a much better mood.