10:00 a.m. 

It's Wendy's birthday.

I'm driving home after my appearance on "The Morning Blend" discussing the month's MetroParent. Normally I'd be going to work now, but Jonathan and I decided I needed to take Alex to the doctor because that cough just isn't going away. He managed to get her an appointment at a nearby urgent care (gotta love that new online scheduling option!), so I get home, call the school and tell the office lady I'll be there in 15 minutes to pick up Alex.

I grab a yogurt and eat it standing up while I scroll through emails, making a mental schedule of the work I'll do after Alex's appointment.

My phone rings. I see it's the school calling -- that's weird, I just talked to them. It's the office lady again. Wendy has been in the office crying for the last five minutes because she hurt her foot jumping off the playground structure. "The last five minutes?! But I just talked to you five minutes ago!"

I jump in the car and worry on the seven-minute drive to school (Of course I know the exact time it takes to get there -- if I didn't, how would I know the exact time the dawdling has to end every morning?).

10:30 a.m. 

Alex hasn't arrived at the office yet, but I hear Wendy's whimpers as I walk in. She sees me, and the whimpers escalate to full-blown sobs.

I quickly use my Mom Senses to assess the situation and realize that, while much of the outburst is due to Wendy's fear that her birthday will be ruined, she has also pretty significantly hurt her foot. As I look at her rapidly swelling foot, I keep a comforting smile on my face while thinking to myself, "Oh, #@!$, she broke her foot!"

I carry Wendy (who's getting way too heavy to carry) downstairs to tell her teacher I'm taking her to the doctor, and intercept Alex at her locker, who had actually seen the aftermath of Wendy's playground incident, and is more than willing to share her doctor's appointment with her sister.

I take a moment to congratulate myself on my obviously supernatural prescience in making a doctor appointment at just the right time, resulting in only one trip to the urgent care rather than two -- Clearly I'm SuperMom!

11:00 a.m.

I arrive at the urgent care and explain what happened to the very nice nurses and why Wendy will be crashing this doctor appointment.

In the waiting room, Alex tries to cheer Wendy up by pointing out how cool it is that she's currently sitting in a wheelchair, but Wendy will not be cheered -- that is, until I agree to let Alex install Subway Surfers on my phone, which I have been able to keep video game-free...until now.

Wendy's tears dry as she shows me the finer points of "tagging" subway cars and then running from the police (Yeah, I'm definitely a proud mommy!).

As I watch Alex trying to make Wendy happy, I look at the bright side and realize that at least my usually doctor office-phobic older daughter is distracted.

11:30 a.m.

The doctor is finally ready to see us. After listening to Alex's lungs, she decides there's no point in giving her an X-ray because she either has bronchitis or pneumonia, which are both treated with the same antibiotic anyway.

After the doctor explains to us that they try to avoid unnecessary radiation for children, she looks at Wendy's swollen foot and announces that she does need an X-ray.

Once the doctor leaves the exam room, I'm confronted with two hysterical children.

Wendy is somewhat calmed when I promise her I'll go into the X-ray room with her, but Alex is worried about Wendy after the doctor's comment about unnecessary radiation, and is oddly worried that Wendy's hair is going to fall out. I explain that this level of radiation won't cause hair loss, and both girls are a bit calmer.

11:45 a.m.

On our way to the X-ray room, the doctor and nurses realize it's Wendy's birthday. They very sweetly give her a teddy bear, sing "Happy birthday" and instead of blowing out the candles, Wendy swigs a dose of Ibuprofen.

12:15 p.m.

The X-ray went well, but we're just sitting waiting now, and it's lunchtime. Luckily, all our lunches happen to be in the car so I run out to get them, and we have a picnic in the exam room.

12:45 p.m.

The doctor comes back, pronounces Wendy's injury a sprain, shows me how to wrap her foot in a bandage, lets a fascinated Wendy see the X-ray of her foot and we're on the way back to school.

Alex doesn't want to miss her classes and she has forensics after school, so I kiss her goodbye.

I lug Wendy back to her classroom where she decides she doesn't want to hobble through the rest of her day. She and her teacher decide to defer her birthday treat to the next day, and we head out.

1:30 p.m.

Wendy's in excellent spirits now as I wrap her foot in the car and we head over to get her haircut.

Since she doesn't have to go back to school, she also gets to watch a movie when we get home. Birthday bonus! I sit next to Wendy while she ices her foot and I get some work done, and we hang out till Alex gets home.

4:00 p.m.

The girls take some time to get their homework done while I prep lunches and backpacks for the next day. I also bake a potato for Alex. Wendy has requested pizza for her birthday dinner, and my darling older daughter has to be one of the few kids in the universe that doesn't like pizza.

5:30 p.m.

Jonathan's home with the pizza. Wendy regales him with tales of her crazy birthday while we get food dished out for everyone.

We finally sit down to eat...in front of TV...as Wendy has requested "Moana" as her birthday entertainment.

8:00 p.m. 

Bedtime snacks, board game, tooth-brushing, cleaning up the house, "Moana" singalong, bedtime stories, good-night hugs and kisses to Jonathan.

9:30 p.m.

I dole out antibiotics to Alex, pain-killer to Wendy, elevate the birthday girl's foot and lie down with her until she falls asleep.

10:30 p.m. 

Jonathan and I congratulate each other on getting through a crazy day and sit down on the couch to watch YouTube videos and open up our respective laptops to get some more work done. Not as romantic as when we first met, but it's nice to be together.

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