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It was an eventful week to say the least. Scored my first two sales at work for a $22,000 week! My confidence is building. Next week I am on tap to handle all of the walk in business including taking all phone calls that come to the family service department. Should be a week full of education, answering questions, and hopefully some more sales!
So despite a moderately successful week, Wednesday appointments got rescheduled to Thursday do to icy roads and then all six appointments got rescheduled on Thursday due to a milestone event at our house.
Thursday started like any other day, Milo and I were up and at em, both leaving for work around 7:30. The girls had a 2 hour delay due ice and so they got to enjoy a few extra hours of zzzs. After my 8:00 meeting I was ready to hit the road for the day with 3 appointments in the morning and 3 in the afternoon. I was locked and loaded and just getting ready pull out of the parking lot, when SURPRISE, a special visitor I like to call, 'Aunt Flow' dropped in for a visit. I mumbled under my breathe as now I had to unbuckle, search for supplies, and find the nearest bathroom.
Finally with Aunt Flow pacified for at least the next few hours, I was off. With a quick check of my phone for any missed calls, I find 6 in the order of Madison, Kennedy, Milo, Madison, Kennedy, Milo. Obviously something was up!
I immediately called up Mr. Milo to see what was happening. Chuckling he shared that after trying to reach Madison twice to make sure her 10:15 ride to school was secured, his phone calls were met with uncontrollable crying. To the point of not being able to understand a word she was saying. Madison refused to tell him what was wrong and finally with much discernment he calmly and compassionately said, 'Madison did you get your period?'
It was an eventful week to say the least. Scored my first two sales at work for a $22,000 week! My confidence is building. Next week I am on tap to handle all of the walk in business including taking all phone calls that come to the family service department. Should be a week full of education, answering questions, and hopefully some more sales!
So despite a moderately successful week, Wednesday appointments got rescheduled to Thursday do to icy roads and then all six appointments got rescheduled on Thursday due to a milestone event at our house.
Thursday started like any other day, Milo and I were up and at em, both leaving for work around 7:30. The girls had a 2 hour delay due ice and so they got to enjoy a few extra hours of zzzs. After my 8:00 meeting I was ready to hit the road for the day with 3 appointments in the morning and 3 in the afternoon. I was locked and loaded and just getting ready pull out of the parking lot, when SURPRISE, a special visitor I like to call, 'Aunt Flow' dropped in for a visit. I mumbled under my breathe as now I had to unbuckle, search for supplies, and find the nearest bathroom.
Finally with Aunt Flow pacified for at least the next few hours, I was off. With a quick check of my phone for any missed calls, I find 6 in the order of Madison, Kennedy, Milo, Madison, Kennedy, Milo. Obviously something was up!
I immediately called up Mr. Milo to see what was happening. Chuckling he shared that after trying to reach Madison twice to make sure her 10:15 ride to school was secured, his phone calls were met with uncontrollable crying. To the point of not being able to understand a word she was saying. Madison refused to tell him what was wrong and finally with much discernment he calmly and compassionately said, 'Madison did you get your period?'
The immediate reply was 'YES! And I am not talking to you about it!' CLICK! This one was obviously going to be deferred to mom.
I then called Kennedy, who at this point was on the bus. Her rendition? , 'Madison is freaking out. I did my best to calm her down, including giving her a pad, which she refused to wear and reassured her that this WAS normal.'
And of course, in the midst of the madness our 24 year old nephew, Eric shows up inquiring into the cause of all the crying and yelling only to get the bathroom door slammed in his face.
At that point, I'm rescheduling my 10:00 while driving home. I arrive to find Madison in the darkest corner of the house in a ball, crying, and holding Kennedy's list of instructions.
1. Change pad every 3 hours
2. If your stomach hurts take an Advil
3. If your stomach still hurts then try a hot bath or shower.
4. If stomach still hurts after the above 2, lay on a heating pad.
5. Good luck, sweetie, call me if you need anything.
At that point, I'm rescheduling my 10:00 while driving home. I arrive to find Madison in the darkest corner of the house in a ball, crying, and holding Kennedy's list of instructions.
1. Change pad every 3 hours
2. If your stomach hurts take an Advil
3. If your stomach still hurts then try a hot bath or shower.
4. If stomach still hurts after the above 2, lay on a heating pad.
5. Good luck, sweetie, call me if you need anything.
Sister taking care of sisters.
So with an assessment of the situation it was apparent that all appointments for the day needed to be rescheduled, a lunch date was is order, accompanied with much emotional and mental support.
So with an assessment of the situation it was apparent that all appointments for the day needed to be rescheduled, a lunch date was is order, accompanied with much emotional and mental support.
We hugged and cried, both of us feeling the pangs of mother nature, one seasoned and the other only beginning. We shared the momentous moment with all of the special women in our lives, aunts, sisters, and grandmothers, each one sharing how HER momentous day unfolded.
Madison was reassured that she just been accepted into the 'club'. A club where the membership doesn't last forever. A club we often times begrudge belonging to. However a club that marks us as women.
We celebrated when Kennedy got home from school with a trip to Dairy Queen for none else than ice cream and chocolate. After all, what else is a girl to do. The day was a celebration of womanhood, a day none other than.....
A Red Tent Day.
Jill
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