I need to catch my breath. It’s been a crazy day in the Radford household.
I’m going to start with my own story today. I got to work on time, for once. I could barely celebrate that fact because as I was walking in the fire alarm was going off. It would ring for a minute and then stop. A few minutes later it would start again. The security guards didn’t seem alarmed. Apparently, last night’s storms had knocked out some power downtown and they were trying to get everything up and running again. I didn’t realize the severity of the issue until about 20 minutes later, when I realized I hadn’t cooled off, yet. The air conditioning was not running. We are required to wear masks in the building. After three hours of that, I started checking around with my co-workers to see if I was the only one. After 5 hours, I mentioned to management that it was a health hazard. In response, they brought me a fan. Finally, after 6.5 hours, they asked me if I wanted to go home. She barely had the words out of her mouth before I started packing my things.
I got home just in time to save the day for one of the kids. Camp went well for them, from what I can tell. I didn’t know that they were taking head shots today. Had I known, I would have combed the big kid’s hair, and made them both put on decent clothes. Because I didn’t know, they both took head shots looking crazy. Her hair was half-straight, half-afro. The boy gave us a smirk instead of a smile.
Finally, I took the baby to her gymnastic class. She had a great time. She was very proud of herself for jumping from the platform to practice the high bar. I’m not going to lie. It was actually pretty impressive.
I made cabbage and sausage for dinner with a side of cornbread. Nobody was pleased except for me. They ate it, though, because there were no other options.
Today, I got some news that I had been waiting to hear. I’m hoping to get more good news over the next couple of days, and then, just maybe I can breathe a little bit. I’m getting tired of holding my breath.