We seem to have a knack for lousy timing. Christi developed vertigo while I was still in Beijing on the way home from our trip to get Cali. Thinking it might be a stroke, she rode in an ambulance to the emergency room. Graci got the flu, had a precipitous drop in blood pressure and had to be life flighted while I was in Colorado for a sales meeting. Two weeks ago, Jesi broke her foot while Taylor, Parker and I were in the Lone Peak Wilderness with a minimum two-hour backpack trek out.
Tonight is the last night of Christi's trip to New York. She is on a plane home as I type. The kids and I had just had a family council and planned the rest of the evening. It would consist of trying to put the house back together before mom got home, me making a yummy dinner (egg mcmuffins!) and some relaxation with a Cosby show to end the evening. We closed with a prayer, went to our respective assignments and promptly heard a scream of pain from Xander. It seems a chair jumped out and mugged him. So here we are in the emergency room. We haven't seen the doctor yet, but I'm guessing 3-5 stitches will be in order.
What is it with us and emergency room trips when only one parent is present?