Tear down is always long and hot. It’s kind of a family affair—everyone chips in to help wrap things up for the year. This year we had two tents to tear down, so it was double the work and double the sweat.
We started with the El Mezcal tent and got all the fireworks packed up and loaded back into the trailer. After that, we took a break to cool off and grab some food at Culver’s. Then it was on to the KFC tent.
We hadn’t been working there long when things took a turn. A girl—someone who worked for Sara, but I didn’t really know her—accidentally cut her forearm with a box cutter. It was a deep one, definitely needed stitches, and she didn’t have a parent there.
Somehow, I got nominated as the “most responsible,” so I ended up taking her to Urgent Care. She was only 17 and completely freaked out. She nearly passed out in the car and again when we walked into the clinic. She’d called her mom, but her parents were at the lake, so between me and her “situationship” guy, we had to get her through the whole thing.
She ended up doing okay—still pale and shaken, but stitched up and stable.
The only silver lining? By the time we got back, the tents were mostly down. Robb and I packed up what was left and finally headed home. We were more than ready to be back. Trying to parent from a distance while the kids stayed with the grandparents was not easy, and the constant bickering didn’t help.
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