New Covenant Family

The title is a line from a corny C&W song…. Some Days You’re the Windshield; Some Days You’re the Bug. Silly, I know, but apt to describe my day. I spent 4.5 hours in a doctor’s office this afternoon trying to get an explanation for why Silas suddenly has developed a bloody nose four nights in a row. My reward at the end of what I am hereafter referring to as “The Death March of Dora the Explorer Scrubs” — a prescription for glorified NeoSporin from a pediatrician who cannot for the life of her remember our last name (despite the fact that she sees ALL of my kids) and refers to me as “the library lady”. *smirking eyeroll here* Then, in trying to follow her advice, I reopen Silas’ scabs in his nose and he begins GUSHING blood all over me, spurring me to call my hubby home from gymnastics class with the girls. The disruption to our schedule sent Paige into a panic that spiraled quickly into a tantrum complete with growling, slobbering, kicking the walls, and throwing herself in a heap on the floor. Needless to say, I did not handle this as the crowning glory to my already extra-ordinary day and responded in a less than grown up manner. She finally calmed down enough to fall asleep about an hour ago. Some days you just are the bug. Today was my day.