A vent..

This is probably going to turn into some long rant but I need to get this out and where better, right?

6:30
I wake up. I'm late getting up. I have to leave at 7 to drive 45 minutes to the dealership to pick up my car before heading to work. Throwing my hair into a ponytail, I get dressed in capri sweats and my work t-shirt. I'm stylin' (we can dress down from time to time, no biggie). I kiss the girls and the hubby and get into the rental car. Drive to Jersey City, 40 minutes.

7:40
I am notified that the mechanics are not there and cannot let me take my car until they have tested another thing. I'm annoyed but it's got to be fixed right (my car has trouble backing up).

8:28
I walk into work with 2 minutes to spare. I grabbed breakfast on the way in and am settling into work.

9:00
I start circle time and we are reviewing our letters A-F and we talking about moving up in Sept. Snack is served and I start preparing for art.

10:00
Preparing art, I get paged. Tina, line one. I answer the phone. My husband is on the other line. "We have a problem" "Hello? Donald?" "Yes it's Donald. We have a huge problem." "Oookay, what?" "Karly swallowed my fathers xanax." "Oh no!" I left my room (don't worry, there is an assistant) and go to the nurses office. "My daughter swallowed a xanax. I need to go." I grab my stuff and run out the door. On the way, I call Donald and tell him to call poison control. He says that he found some tiny pieces of the pill. It had been chewed up and spit out. I call peditrician and she tells me to head to emergency room.

12:00
I leave the emergency room. They tell me that Karly needs to sleep it off. She's passed out in the car. I'm supposed to watch her and make sure she's still alert and reacts and that her breathing is regular. I take her home. She doesn't move when I carry her in, put her in bed and her sister went over to lay on her and kiss her. Not a good feeling. Then I have to listen to my husband and his family fight. Basically all wants sympathy. I only care that Karly is going to be okay. I don't care about whos mad at who. Should they have been more careful? Hell yes. Should this of happened? Hell no. However, when you've worked with kids as long as I have, you learn that sometimes Shit. Just. Happens. In hindsight you find 100 ways for it not to happen but it does. I just Thank God that what happened wasn't serious and my baby girl is okay.

1:30
Donald stays home from work to watch her, I drive to drop off rental and pick up our car. It cost $130. Go to pick up my car, they tell me nothing is wrong. I paid 130 bucks so they could fix my car and they can't find anything wrong. Gave me a few suggestions but didn't fix anything. Drove home because what can I do.

3:00
Get home. The package I ordered 3 weeks ago still hasn't arrived. I go and check it and call them. It's lost. They can't find it. I call UPS. I call JCP. JCP cancells my order and refunds my money then reorders it for express delivery, no charge.

4:30
Take the girls outside in the backyard and let them play for hours. It's 5:30 now, there is a breeze, very comfortable and I have no plans in moving from my patio chair unless the girls need me.