Mimi's Most Horrible Monday
Today actually started out really well for Mimi. She woke up uncharacteristically early. She actually got to eat a sugar cereal for breakfast. She chose a really cute outfit (sorry no pic!) and got to wear her new sandals to school. There was even the promise of swimming in the new pool after school, since the temps were forecasted to be above 90 again today.
Then the day took a turn for the worse. Just as we were getting the little kids' shoes on, mom discovers the horrid mess in baby B's swing/clothes/diaper. Baby B had the mother of all blowouts...she truly won the disgusting prize this morning! It took me at least ten minutes to get the mess taken care of! That poo reached escape velocity and didn't look back. Anyway, the result was Mimi being late for school.
And then it got even worse. While I was waiting in the office to get my license photocopied for Buddy's school registration, we found out that two children from the school had been killed in a car accident up the canyon yesterday. And the little seven year old boy was in Mimi's first grade class. Of course they couldn't tell the class until the crisis team from the district (consisting of social workers/counselors) got there. I was hoping to be there when they broke the news, but it took them a while to assemble the team. So I left and wasn't there when Mimi heard that her friend died in a car accident. The social worker ended up calling me so Mimi could talk about it. She sounded pretty upset, and just wanted me to come get her from school. I told her I'd be there in a few minutes.
There were a few other kids who went home, they were pretty upset about the news. By the time I actually got there, Mimi decided to stay at school with her good friend Erica, who had to stay because her family could not be reached. I'm glad that they could be together and comfort each other.
When I picked Mimi up form school, I tried to make her day a bit brighter and gave her some of a milkshake. She took a few bites and then set it down in the bustle of getting home and getting things put away from grocery shopping. When she remembered about the shake an hour had passed and she couldn't even remember where she had put it.
So she decided to go outside with Buddy and play in the hose/new pool. Not five minutes after going outside, she ran back in screaming that she had been stung by a bee. And yup, the stinger was still in her back. She got hysterical when I pulled the tweezers out of the cabinet so I could get the stinger out. When I finally got her calmed down enough that she wasn't trying to get away from me, I got the stinger out, gave her an ice pack and put some medicine on the sting.
She sat crying in the living room for a while and then went down stairs to watch some tv. Unfortunately, our tv is dying. It is hit and miss when you turn it on if you can see anything but "snow". She got the blizzard. Thankfully she persisted and after the ten minute snow storm, she was able to watch the movie she had wanted to watch for a week or two.
Throughout the day she has asked questions about why her friend had to be in the car accident, why the truck hit their car, trying to get things sorted out in her mind. She said she was really sad and we told her that was alright, and even good, since that meant that she was a good friend, that she would miss him. It has been a good opportunity to remember the promises we have of the resurrection and the great blessings of the Atonement. We also talked about how we don't always understand why things happen the way that they do, but that Heavenly Father knows, and will make all things right in the end. She reminded us that she knew what faith was, and that she had faith in Heavenly Father. That was touching. I think that she will remember today for a long time, and hopefully she'll remember some of the good parts , not just all the bad parts.
3 Comments:
Oh, poor Mimi. What a hard, sad day. Give her a love from us.
Poor sweet Mimi! I'm so sorry!
Oh I am so sad for her! We will pray for her and her friends' families.
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