Today was a day.
Jul. 10th, 2004 02:59 pmDescriptive, huh?
The time had finally run out on my son’s grace period to get his room clean and we cleaned it for him with a push broom, a shovel styled dust pan, and garbage bags. In all, we excavated 4 garbage bags of stuff. We warned him, “If it’s on the floor and it’s not clothing, it’s going in the garbage.”
Our cleaning, however, was interrupted when my son ran off saying, “You won’t have to do this again, because it won’t happen.” Either he’s a quick kid or I’m out of shape. Most likely, it’s a combination of both. Anyways, running on asphalt with no shoes on hurts like the dickens and both of us weren’t wearing our shoes.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
gypsiequeen was dialing 911 and got a couple of patrol cars to go assist in the search, one from King County Sheriffs and the other from the Woodinville Police Department, both of whom were very helpful in recovering kiddo. As note, several people from neighborhood were also keeping an eye out for him as well.
I always thought it was a corny cliché used in the movies when some character said they were sick with worry, but today I know better. I came back to the house from my search to talk with sheriff from King County and I found myself very light headed, faint, and nauseated. I suspect the light headedness and the feeling faint came from burning adrenaline and using up the glucose sitting in my blood stream from the morning’s meal. Combine this with a zero salt retention and could see why I almost blacked out twice this afternoon. Coupled with the nausea and I was feeling awful.
Anyway, the Woodinville officer, a very nice lady at that, was the one who found him. Of course he kind of stood out with socks on but no shoes, but she did better than me. With kiddo home, he received a stern talking to from me and I got backed up by the officers that we weren’t making an unreasonable request.
All and all, I am very happy he’s back home.
We got the room clean, which is happiness and now I’m doing some writings.
Bright blessings to all!
The time had finally run out on my son’s grace period to get his room clean and we cleaned it for him with a push broom, a shovel styled dust pan, and garbage bags. In all, we excavated 4 garbage bags of stuff. We warned him, “If it’s on the floor and it’s not clothing, it’s going in the garbage.”
Our cleaning, however, was interrupted when my son ran off saying, “You won’t have to do this again, because it won’t happen.” Either he’s a quick kid or I’m out of shape. Most likely, it’s a combination of both. Anyways, running on asphalt with no shoes on hurts like the dickens and both of us weren’t wearing our shoes.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
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I always thought it was a corny cliché used in the movies when some character said they were sick with worry, but today I know better. I came back to the house from my search to talk with sheriff from King County and I found myself very light headed, faint, and nauseated. I suspect the light headedness and the feeling faint came from burning adrenaline and using up the glucose sitting in my blood stream from the morning’s meal. Combine this with a zero salt retention and could see why I almost blacked out twice this afternoon. Coupled with the nausea and I was feeling awful.
Anyway, the Woodinville officer, a very nice lady at that, was the one who found him. Of course he kind of stood out with socks on but no shoes, but she did better than me. With kiddo home, he received a stern talking to from me and I got backed up by the officers that we weren’t making an unreasonable request.
All and all, I am very happy he’s back home.
We got the room clean, which is happiness and now I’m doing some writings.
Bright blessings to all!