
I'm going to blame my frequent anxiety attacks the past few weeks on the premise that I'm swamped. Go ahead, feel free to laugh. - I'm trying to.
An Example:
Last night we went swimming at the Sky View pool for family home evening. It was a family affair with Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle, Aunt, and 4 cousins. The girls had a blast! Kylie is a born swimmer. Allie even went off the diving board FIVE times...with Nate dropping her in against her will each time. But hey, at least she was okay with it (until the last second) & wasn't traumatized too much, as she wanted to go again after each time. I even suppressed my intense fear of heights to jump off a few times. {I don't want my girls to follow in my fearful footsteps.}
Anyway, I digress. When we got home Allie tried to go to the bathroom before bed, but screamed that "my pee-pee's are hurting me"! All evening, all night, & all morning she would proclaim she had to go (every 5 min), but scream & cry...and not be able to go. I immediately determined she had a UTI and whisked her to the doctor this morning quickly before teaching my USU class. Nate followed us into town 1/2 hr later to retrieve Allie so I could teach. All morning I had tried to get a urine sample, but there was none to be had. However, the smart doctor got Allie to go with the small promise of THREE suckers. My smart little girl hopped right up & filled the 'catcher' without one tear or twinge. Hum, my diagnosis was crushed. Most likely cause of pain: chlorine irritation. Hum, sorry Nate. Lesson learned: don't jump to conclusions. Relax.
My motto for the year:
To everything there is a season.