This weekend in going to be crazy. I'm leaving for a Women of Faith conference on Thursday at 5:00 p.m. Edwin will be at home. With the girls. Alone. While in charge of pulling off the largest event of the year.
We have known about this weekend since spring. We have known that it would be interesting. What we didn't know is that Ella would have a case of lead poisoning. You read me right. Ella has lead poisoning. We live in a crazy-old (but beautiful and spacious) house. It has a 3-seater out house in the garage, as well as three horse stalls. Ella likes to put her fingers in her mouth. Thus, lead poisoning. I know that I seem incredibly calm to have a daughter with such a serious medical situation. Let me assure you that I wasn't nearly so calm last Monday.
Ella doesn't have any symptoms. Not one! She passed a developmental screening with flying colors (better than average!). And we're getting her on medicine today to get the lead out of her as quickly as possible. Her doctor doesn't seem concerned about long-term problems, and there aren't any short-term problems.
Except for one. The medicine. It tastes terrible, and she is going to have to take it three times a day for five days, and two times a day for two weeks after that. And this weekend, I won't be home. Edwin will be facing the wrath of Ella two or three times a day by himself. (Anyone else hear "Whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty, mighty good man," in their head? No? How about now?) A crazy weekend just got a little crazier, and we're still five days away.