Shivering in the summer heat

In one moment we are relishing in the memories of all the Disney parks had to offer and the next, we are on the phone with 911 praying that my sweet little sugarpie is still alive.

Life comes at you fast.

Saying goodbye to the summer of 2008 and feeling tired from a busy full week and long flight the kids took a quick dip in the pool while I filled the fridge. 
Reluctantly accepting the reality that I now need to cook and clean again.
The restaurants and maid service are a quickly fading memory.

Vacations are amazing!

Menu planning and laundry is in full swing as I am met with a wet, ill child. 
Telling me she feels like throwing up. Thinking she is exhausted like me, I encourage her to lie on the couch. 
Finding me again she more firmly insists she is feeling off, kinda weird. 

At those very words her eyes roll in the back of her head, her knees buckle and her head flops forward like a newborn. 

Vacation is officially over. 

I stay totally calm.
Yeah, in reality I ramp up to full hysteria screaming.

CALL 911!!!
GO GET THE NEIGHBORS!!!
CALL DAD!!!

911 is trying to calm me, our neighbor shows up with a broom in hand and George cannot be reached.

Katelin, now conscious is calming me down. I'm sure my screaming jolted her back to consciousness. She says she feels fine now and will be ok...

In the commotion of it all, Tim, our neighbor is wondering where the raccoon is as I'm also wondering why he brought a broom over. 

Raccoon? What? 

Clearly we had a lack in communication. 
He told how my son came over yelling, come quick there's a raccoon in the house and my mom needs you! 
The broom was the quickest tool chosen for the raccoon extraction.

There was no raccoon.

With impeccable timing my husband comes home to see the firetruck, ambulance and crash car all crowded in our driveway. 
With the excitement now over for the most part, they decide she is going to be fine but did say she likely was dehydrated and to get her to our doctor on Monday. 

As quickly as she was fine she repeats the scene from above, this time so dad can freak out along with me.

Wait, he doesn't freak out. 

At the hospital we ask her what she remembered from the ordeal.
Not feeling well, everything getting black and then waking up on the cold tile.

Shivering in the summer heat.

Oh my, life really does come at you fast. 
What a good reminder to treasure every moment, not to let life pass by with full schedules, menu planning and laundry.

 Note to self, improve the communication during an emergency with a 9 year old engrossed in video games.
Who knows what other ideas he may conjure up if we have a next time, and yes we will have a next time.

Raccoon's have been known to procreate in our chimney!