I had crumbs in my bed...

Lots and lots of crumbs.

Why they got there had us all pretty stressed out for a few days.

But things are feeling better now so I can finally exhale long enough to tell you the whole 'crumby' story.

Ahem...

So...

On Wednesday morning I awoke in a crumb-free bed. I was happy because Wednesday is the day I pick up the Grandlittles after school and take them for frozen yogurt.

However...

In the early afternoon I had a phone call from my daughter-in-law telling me she was driving to school to pick up the oldest Grandlittle who had fallen on the playground and hurt her arm. She told me she would call me from the emergency room by the school.

And...

About thirty minutes after that she called back to tell me the emergency room couldn't treat her because the break was so severe and they would have to transport the poor, little kid by ambulance to a pediatric hospital so a specialist could put her broken bones back together with some metal rods and lots of pins...

So...

I went to the small hospital and saw a very pale, freckled girl hopped up on morphine but still willing to smile and tell me that she loved me and Grandpa...


Then...

I went over to elementary school to grab the littlest and middle-sized Grandlittles so they could see their sister before she was transported to have surgery.

The littlest one, Mo, cried all the way to the hospital and put her cheek onto her sisters unhurt hand and sobbed in sympathy.

The middle one held back her tears but kept repeating to me, "Oh Grandma. Her poor, little, cute freckled arm."

So...

I took them home with me.

And they had a weepy night.

However, before they went to sleep they told me that they would feel a whole lot better about everything if they could have breakfast in bed.

Our bed.

After a restless night, I prepared a sumptuous little feast for them...buttered whole wheat toast, sausage, scrambled eggs and grape juice.

Mr. Jenny kept saying, "Are you really going to let them eat breakfast in our bed? The bed is going to be full of crumbs! Just have them eat at the table."

And I told him to 'hush' because those two sweet little things really, really NEEDED to have breakfast in bed.

Their sister had a much worse night than they did, though. No surgery until Thursday late morning and no food in bed...breakfast or otherwise...just a heaping helping of pain and morphine.

The two smaller girls got to talk to their sister briefly on Thursday morning and then we got them ready for school, dried more tears, answered more questions and finally delivered them to their classrooms.

And when I got home I found out that I couldn't visit the pediatric hospital because of my recent bout of shingles.

Man.

It was harsh not being able to be by the oldest Grandlittle at all on Thursday. I had a pretty good attack of 'Grandma worries' all day.

But I finally got over them when I climbed into bed on Thursday night.

Because our bed was, indeed, full of crumbs just as my husband had predicted.

And it was kinda/sorta uncomfortable.

And distracting.

But finally on Friday she was at home and I got to see her!

She was pretty happy from her pain meds.

And even happier that her Grandpa and I took her donuts.



On Saturday, we brought all three girls to the house and then we took them to a birthday party for our son-in-law and daughter's dog, Har-Lee...


...where we were entertained by the littlest Grand trying to convince dogs to open birthday cards, the double-jointed middle Grand, and the injured Grand being impudent about ice packs on her arm.




Friday and Saturday nights we ended up sleeping with the crumbs again...

On Sunday I finally had enough time to wash and dry the sheets on the clothesline out in the sunshine and breeze.

And now the bed is back to rights...

And the oldest Grand is patched together for the next 4 - 6 months (when she will need to have a second surgery)...

And the littler two have quit crying because they are now annoyed at all the attention and gifts their sister is getting...

And I'm really worn out.

But I'm kinda/sorta toying with the idea of telling Mr. Jenny that I would feel a whole let better if he were to bring my breakfast in bed in the morning.

He might actually do it...especially if I promise him I won't make any crumbs!