Chain reactions

Last night was terrible! Heard my big one going to toilet because of a tummy bug, an hour before my bedtime. Then, I had to clean the bathroom just before going to bed. No problem. I've been a mother who can sort out any yucky stuff my kids create. I fell asleep alright, but woken up by my big girl's footstep of going to toilet another 3-4 times. Then, my wee one came into my bed crying and telling me that she had a toothache!! Why all of sudden these happened?? I couldn't sleep well at all, imagining myself begging my neighbour to looking after my big one at home so that I could go out to buy turkey today and myself taking my wee one to emergency dental surgery at hospital on Christmas Day. Could be the worst Christmas I could ever have.

Got up earlier than usual and found my big one watching telly in the living room! She told me that she was fine. And my wee one told me that she didn't need to the dentist today. Glad to hear them saying those, but wanted some kind of compensation for the bad sleep.

After a little extra toilet cleaning, all of us went out earlier than usual for a Saturday day-out. Why? Because it's the last decent shopping day before Christmas. (Yes, there are shops open tomorrow, but no guarantee to get whatever I want/need.) On the way to the supermarket, my big one reminded me to make an appointment for my wee one at the dentist's. Fortunately there was a slot for her early next month. Then, walking farther 100 yards, a van stopped beside us and a man got out of it. He asked my wee one, "Do you know Y***** G****?" He was her classmate Y's dad and he told us that yesterday he had been trying to find our house to give a present her girl to my wee one. He told me that he would be at his car wash business site all day and the present was there. On the way from the shopping trip, we popped in his car wash and got the present.

Without my big one's tummy bug, we wouldn't have let the house at that time. Without the toothache, we wouldn't have gone into the dentist's, and Y's dad wouldn't have passed us to find us by chance on the footpath. On top of that, without meeting him, we wouldn't have come across the church elder at the supermarket's entrance. (Well, it's not that I wanted to see the elder. But it was nice to say to him "Happy Christmas" in person.)