Of Good Report

Very early Thursday morning I received a text from my mom. And by early I mean  12:30 a.m. I heard the text come through as I was drifting into slumber, but I ignored it. When I read it a littler later in the morning I was surprised by what it said, "Are you busy Thursday and Friday?" I knew something was up so I called my mom who tearfully explained that she was in a lot of pain and that she couldn't sleep and didn't know what to do. I got the kids off to school, readied myself, checked my schedule for the day, made a couple of arrangements so I could spend the rest of the day with my mom.  I called her again and we determined that purchasing an electronic recliner and a pair of crocks (a brand of large, slip on clog type shoes) were in order. Her feet were too swollen to fit into any of her shoes and she was having difficulty getting into her bed and up off the couch. Getting the shoes was a fairly simple task, but the chair was a bit more challenging. I knew the

Last week when Sarah returned from school she handed me an envelope. I opened it up and read a few words, enough words to know that the school was not happy with the number of school days she has missed this year. I have received letters like this before, so I didn't feel it was necessary to read every word. I threw it away without a third thought. My second thought was, "Hmm, I didn't realized she had missed that many days this year."  On Friday I received an email from the now assistant principal and next year's new principal I have had a few interactions with her, but not many. I am sure she is kind and capable. I acknowledge she was just doing her job and she was doing it well. I have never been followed up with regarding the letters. She responded to my snarky, funny email in a positive and nondefensive (made up word, I know) manner. I still think my response to her first email was funny and blog worthy, so here it is along with her emails.  Hi Mrs. Crump

In December Erika bought herself a companion in the form of a tiny, fluffy, brown puppy. She had been researching and considering for a couple of years when she happened upon an advertisement for the type of dog she wanted. She was in St. George. She was a Maltese mix and could not have been cuter.  Her breeder was to be in the Salt Lake area before Christmas and met up with Erika to make the exchange. Erika tried to keep it a secret and just show up at Mom's on a family dinner Sunday, but it was close to two weeks away and she was too excited to keep the news to herself. Somehow all my children, every single one of them, found out before I did. But I could not be kept in the dark from them for two weeks so someone spilled the beans, but I can't remember who. Erika took time off work before and after Christmas break in order to "train" Lily. We enjoyed playing with her on Sundays when we were all at Mom's house and we watched her at our house for an afternoon.