Typical family day. Emergency room, shopping, field trip, and that's just by noon.

I woke up this morning to Toney thrashing at the foot of the bed. Kristin was sleeping next to me, she ALWAYS comes into our bed sometime in the middle of the night. About 4 or 5 am, I'm waking up battling for covers. There isn't enough room for the three of us.

Anyway, I woke up because Toney was thrashing at the bottom of the bed. He was laying sideways at my feet. I was vaguely aware of Kristin lying beside me, lifting her head up too because he woke her up as well.

"What's wrong?" I ask, groggy and irritated about being woken up again. I assume it is another battle of the covers. "I don't know," Toney says, thrashing around some more.

After awhile, his whimpering and crying really wakes me up. Something is wrong. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" Now I am assuming it's appendicitis.

"Yes" he replies. I quickly dress Kristin and myself. She's all worried, not knowing what is going on. At 6 a.m. we arrive at the emergency room and I begin the paperwork. I'm stunned at how they let Toney sit there and squirm while they ask questions. I can't help but wonder why someone isn't treating him while I give them information.

It turns out to be kidney stones. After I did the paperwork and they took him into another room, I brought Kristin back home and gave her breakfast and waited for her friend to show up so we could go to school.

Today they had a field trip to Toro Park, (big state park, not the typical small park). After I took them to school, I got a call from our friend who stopped by the hospital to check on Toney. She told me that they were waiting on lab work and it would take several hours. (At this point, we still didn't know what was wrong).

So I went to Costco. The kids were due back at the house after school and I had no lunch for them. I was out of mayo, ketchup, bread, nuggets, a whole bunch of stuff.

I got the groceries and got back in time to pick the kids up from school. And from there we went straight to the hospital to pick Toney up. He's all mad because I wasn't there in case something went wrong.

I feel bad, but what can I do? Was I supposed to keep the kids in the emergency waiting room for the 6 hours it took? I don't want to make it seem like I wasn't concerned, but my friend told me that when she checked on him, they said it would be several hours before there was any new info. Is it wrong for me to use those several hours to continue to run the house?

Kidney stones. It looks like it really hurts. He can't sit, sometimes he can't lay down, and at those times, all he can do is pace. The painkillers (valium) doesn't seem to be strong enough.

And on top of all that, once he got home around noon, I was thinking "aha! Now he can see how these girls fight and hit each other and battle."

Of course, they were complete angels. He laid on the bed for awhile to sleep and they played at the foot of his bed for about three hours without getting above a whisper. Hello? Who are these girls and what did they do with the girls I've been trying to get control of, for the last three weeks?

Our Memorial Day weekend plans are up in the air. We found this great beach that allows dogs last week and we took our dog and it was so great we want to do it every week. Maybe not this weekend.

He's home tomorrow. Okay, after school let's see if these girls are still angels. Two days in a row would be VERY surprising. So maybe, he'll see.