So, it's my last WIWS in Florida. The last time you'll see a picture of me in front of the same ole' tree. You can look forward to seeing my picture in front of a DIFFERENT tree next week. Oh the excitement never ends on this little blog of mine.
If I look a bit tired in this picture, it's because I've been up since 3:45 AM. Last night, I was awakened out of bed by a very loud thump.
Heidi had rolled off the top bunk in her sleep. We've had those bunkbeds for years, and they used to be my sisters' bunkbeds and as far as I know, no one has ever fallen out before. But, there is always a first time for everything. So, now we need to put a rail or something up there.
Anyway, she was in a lot of pain from her shoulder and wrist, so I took her to the ER. Broken clavicle. Perfect timing. We were supposed to leave on Tues., but now we may need to push that back, because I need to get a follow-up appointment for her to be seen before we go. Really, really hoping they can get us in on Tues. Naturally, these things always occur over a holiday weekend, where everyone is closed on Monday. Naturally.
And, naturally the ER gave her Tylenol with Codeine without my permission while she was out of the room getting the x-ray, which ticks me off because now she feels nauseous from it and they didn't even ASK me or her if she wanted it...they just gave it to her (she didn't want it and was so relieved when I said she didn't have to take any more). I can remember getting Tylenol with Codeine when I broke my foot back in college, and honestly I though the codeine and nauseous out of it feeling was worse than the pain from the broken bone. I just hate it how medical professionals treat people without actually discussing the treatment with them (or the parents) beforehand. It's one of my biggest pet peeves....I mean I can see them doing that in a life or death situation, if someone just had a heart attack or something...but this was not a situation like that. They SHOULD have discussed the pain medication with us beforehand instead of just giving it to her when she was out of the room getting the x-ray. It's like as soon as you walk through a hospital door, they expect you to check your brain outside and they make all the decisions and do all the thinking for you. Hate that.
Sorry..that's my rant for the day.
So now, I'll get onto the point of this post...WIWS..or more accurately what I threw on super quickly to make it to 8 AM Mass.
Shirt: Newport News
Skirt: Given to me (this is one of my favorite skirts. I love the ruffles, but I'm sure the always look bad because I never iron and they are getting frayed...but I love it anyway).
Elsa's adorable dress that you can't see because she is turned away from the camera was given to us.