Soooo, this morning was fun. In a nutshell: wake up Gregg, help him dress, get kids up, make lunches, realize littlest child is sick, pack older and younger kids in car, maneuver adult child into car with his 3000lb briefcase (I have no idea how he carries that around with his crutches), drop off 5yr old, take G to an atm, take G to work, and drive home.
You don't want to know about the rest of my day.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Surgery Day!!
Oh boy, today my husband, whom I'll fondly call,"Gregg", because, well, that's his name, had surgery. This is how my day went:
8:05am - rush 5 yr old out the door to kindergarten with one of daddy's ties for reassurance. Turns out he is "nervous" about daddy's condition.
8:15am - rush home to dress 3 yr old, bribe him into the car (NOOOOO mommmyyy, no SCHOOL!) with errands - flowers for poor daddy, breakfast for mommy - because after feeding the two kids and the invalid - I forgot about me - and then to "school". It's more like a nursery school/playdate thingie, but whatever. He's going today whether he wants to or not because I scheduled an exterminator today. WE have an eensy weensy ant problem.
9:30am - short workout at the gym ordered by husband because he thinks I'm getting a little wacko. I mean, there's no reason for me to be stressed, right?
10:20am - talking to friend outside of gym about her marital problems when I realize I have to get hubby to hospital for surgery.
10:45am - stuff hubby and bad leg in car and dash to hospital, ahem, while obeying ALL traffic laws.
11:15am - arrive at hospital and drive around looking for space.
11:27am - arrive in waiting room and wait to see hubby before surgery.
12:10pm - still waiting and being creeped out by weird disheveled hairy guy in corner who won't stop staring at me.
12:15pm - hanging out with hubby in pre-op, he's supposed to go in at 12:30pm.
12:25pm - nurse comes by and says the dr. is running behind. I remember the exterminator appointment and dash home - slightly disobeying traffic laws.
1:00pm - exterminator arrives 5 seconds before me, and we begin an assault on ants, black widows, and any other unfortunate bugger that crosses my path.
2:30pm - bug guy leaves and I realize I haven't eaten lunch.
2:31pm - lunch is a spoonful of peanut butter.
2:55pm - mad dash to pick up 5 yr old and at the same time make frantic calls to the pre op room to see if they have hubby's crutches (which I forgot to take home).
3:45pm - 5 yr old secured in car, dash to pick up 3 yr old who had to stay MUCH later than usual.
4:00pm - still at 3 yr old's school, as they give intimate details of his diaper blow-out. I mention ailing husband who we are supposed to pick up at 4pm, scoop up kids and fly to car.
4:11pm - at hospital, kids run to gift shop and insist on buying flowers for dad (I forgot I bought some earlier) and, of course, some candy.
4:15pm - cell phone rings as I walk up to hubby [hubby called to see where the &*(( we are!}.
4:23pm - can't find a freakin' medical assistant to wheel hubby to car.
4:45pm- hubby now in car and announces he has a craving for an out of the way bbq place - kids didn't forget that I promised them Happy Meals if they were good.
5:15pm- bbq place
5:34pm- Happy frickin' Meal
5:40pm- Walgreens to try to fill pain med prescription for hubby, but they are too incompetent.
5:45pm - Albertsons pharm where they fill script in 10 minutes - and chuckle over hubby's accident.
6:15pm - everyone at home and fed.
6:38pm - husband made comfy while kids take apart their rooms, toys and underpants everywhere.
6:39-7:15pm - mommy the slave cleans rooms.
7:16pm - kids ushered into bath immmediately.
7:21pm - 3 yr old in bed asleep.
9:07pm - 5yr old "I'm hungry" after being in bed over an hour.
9:08pm- 5 yr old fed crackers and then bed.
9:10pm - believe me, the day's not over yet...
8:05am - rush 5 yr old out the door to kindergarten with one of daddy's ties for reassurance. Turns out he is "nervous" about daddy's condition.
8:15am - rush home to dress 3 yr old, bribe him into the car (NOOOOO mommmyyy, no SCHOOL!) with errands - flowers for poor daddy, breakfast for mommy - because after feeding the two kids and the invalid - I forgot about me - and then to "school". It's more like a nursery school/playdate thingie, but whatever. He's going today whether he wants to or not because I scheduled an exterminator today. WE have an eensy weensy ant problem.
9:30am - short workout at the gym ordered by husband because he thinks I'm getting a little wacko. I mean, there's no reason for me to be stressed, right?
10:20am - talking to friend outside of gym about her marital problems when I realize I have to get hubby to hospital for surgery.
10:45am - stuff hubby and bad leg in car and dash to hospital, ahem, while obeying ALL traffic laws.
11:15am - arrive at hospital and drive around looking for space.
11:27am - arrive in waiting room and wait to see hubby before surgery.
12:10pm - still waiting and being creeped out by weird disheveled hairy guy in corner who won't stop staring at me.
12:15pm - hanging out with hubby in pre-op, he's supposed to go in at 12:30pm.
12:25pm - nurse comes by and says the dr. is running behind. I remember the exterminator appointment and dash home - slightly disobeying traffic laws.
1:00pm - exterminator arrives 5 seconds before me, and we begin an assault on ants, black widows, and any other unfortunate bugger that crosses my path.
2:30pm - bug guy leaves and I realize I haven't eaten lunch.
2:31pm - lunch is a spoonful of peanut butter.
2:55pm - mad dash to pick up 5 yr old and at the same time make frantic calls to the pre op room to see if they have hubby's crutches (which I forgot to take home).
3:45pm - 5 yr old secured in car, dash to pick up 3 yr old who had to stay MUCH later than usual.
4:00pm - still at 3 yr old's school, as they give intimate details of his diaper blow-out. I mention ailing husband who we are supposed to pick up at 4pm, scoop up kids and fly to car.
4:11pm - at hospital, kids run to gift shop and insist on buying flowers for dad (I forgot I bought some earlier) and, of course, some candy.
4:15pm - cell phone rings as I walk up to hubby [hubby called to see where the &*(( we are!}.
4:23pm - can't find a freakin' medical assistant to wheel hubby to car.
4:45pm- hubby now in car and announces he has a craving for an out of the way bbq place - kids didn't forget that I promised them Happy Meals if they were good.
5:15pm- bbq place
5:34pm- Happy frickin' Meal
5:40pm- Walgreens to try to fill pain med prescription for hubby, but they are too incompetent.
5:45pm - Albertsons pharm where they fill script in 10 minutes - and chuckle over hubby's accident.
6:15pm - everyone at home and fed.
6:38pm - husband made comfy while kids take apart their rooms, toys and underpants everywhere.
6:39-7:15pm - mommy the slave cleans rooms.
7:16pm - kids ushered into bath immmediately.
7:21pm - 3 yr old in bed asleep.
9:07pm - 5yr old "I'm hungry" after being in bed over an hour.
9:08pm- 5 yr old fed crackers and then bed.
9:10pm - believe me, the day's not over yet...
Monday, August 27, 2007
Most recently...
Yesterday was a tough day for mini genius and his sidekick. We were all supposed to meet daddy at the gym for some swimming! All morning the two of them were in a contest to kill one another, I swear. I'm valiantly trying to fold laundry (so we would have clean bathing suits) that was trampled on 2,000,000 times yesterday morning, when I heard another battle brewing. I decide to let them work it out themselves...
Then there's a loud "thud". You know the kind I mean. Then a loud gulp of air (it doesn't matter how old a kid is, you know this cry means someone might be bleeding), followed by ear-splitting crying/wailing.
Of course, I dash into the other room (with a clean towel from the laundry to sop up any possible bloodspill) expecting the 3 yr old to have battle wounds. Guess what - there's my 5 yr old gulping like a fish and holding his hand over his mouth. The 3 yr old is hiding his head in his hands and laying on the floor - invisible.
Once genius lets me see behind his hand, I see a huge swollen lip and blood all over his teeth. His nose is bruised and he is on the verge of hysteria. I ask him what happened and he replies,"Bruiser pushed me in (gulp) to the (gulp) Teeeeee Veeeeee!" Wow.
Anyway, once I clean up genius, he calms down and can't remember why baby brother tried to remove some of his baby teeth for him, naturally.
Luckily, about 10 minutes after this happened, the doorbell rang:
I'm thinking, oh dammit, not those stupid religious pushers again, I'm going to tell them I'm a devil worshiper! So imagine my surprise when I open the door, and there's my DH - on one leg. Thank goodness he was with doctors. The other two doctors are holding him up, and say,"Don't worry, he tore his Achillie's (sp?) tendon, and we already called an Orthoped and he has an appointment tomorrow morning."
Um, ok. ???
Then the GYNE ran off to get crutches for my DH. I had call a neighbor to drive my DH's car into the garage (the ENT parked it behind my car) because I can't drive stick! DH has to have an MRI tomorrow to see what how badly he tore the tendon.
He provided the perfect distraction. Genius and bruiser spent the rest of the afternoon poking daddy's "bad" leg.
Then there's a loud "thud". You know the kind I mean. Then a loud gulp of air (it doesn't matter how old a kid is, you know this cry means someone might be bleeding), followed by ear-splitting crying/wailing.
Of course, I dash into the other room (with a clean towel from the laundry to sop up any possible bloodspill) expecting the 3 yr old to have battle wounds. Guess what - there's my 5 yr old gulping like a fish and holding his hand over his mouth. The 3 yr old is hiding his head in his hands and laying on the floor - invisible.
Once genius lets me see behind his hand, I see a huge swollen lip and blood all over his teeth. His nose is bruised and he is on the verge of hysteria. I ask him what happened and he replies,"Bruiser pushed me in (gulp) to the (gulp) Teeeeee Veeeeee!" Wow.
Anyway, once I clean up genius, he calms down and can't remember why baby brother tried to remove some of his baby teeth for him, naturally.
Luckily, about 10 minutes after this happened, the doorbell rang:
I'm thinking, oh dammit, not those stupid religious pushers again, I'm going to tell them I'm a devil worshiper! So imagine my surprise when I open the door, and there's my DH - on one leg. Thank goodness he was with doctors. The other two doctors are holding him up, and say,"Don't worry, he tore his Achillie's (sp?) tendon, and we already called an Orthoped and he has an appointment tomorrow morning."
Um, ok. ???
Then the GYNE ran off to get crutches for my DH. I had call a neighbor to drive my DH's car into the garage (the ENT parked it behind my car) because I can't drive stick! DH has to have an MRI tomorrow to see what how badly he tore the tendon.
He provided the perfect distraction. Genius and bruiser spent the rest of the afternoon poking daddy's "bad" leg.
Inspired!
I almost never talk about my kids online - I'm paranoid about perverts and whatnot, but I was inspired by BECAUSE I SAID SO
Here are a few fun adventures I've had with my 3yr old and 5 yr old in the last year or so...
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Let me preface this little story by saying last year I had to call the local fire department because my 3 yr old locked himself in his room and the lock jammed. Good times.
Anyway, my 3 & 5 yr old are home sick this week with a virus. My 5 yr old was feeling much better today and decided to play with a wooden playset with screws, wood pieces with holes, wheels, etc, to create vehicles, etc, which we bought him at a science museum. He asked me to build him a little car, which I did, and then went to make lunch. 5 minutes later he comes running up to me terrified,"Mommy my fingers are stuck!"
He'd put his fingers through the wooden holes on the wood pieces and they were indeed stuck. I tried soap, vaseline, lotion, to no avail. I tried snipping the wood with a pliers, but they were too small. With little fingers turning purple, I called 911. I got a message that my call did not go through. WHAT???
Anyway, I tried to put more soap on the wood, but his fingers were really jammed in there. I called 911 again and finally got through. The dispatcher said they'd send over the rescue fire dept.
My husband calls to see how we are, and I tell him I've just called 911, and why. He says,"Gee, I hope they don't charge us for that, can't you try to get them off his fingers while you're waiting?" I hung up on said husband.
Fire department arrives and tries ring cutter. It's too big and squeezes my son's finger really hard. They find giant pliers and cut their way through the wood until it splits and releases my son's fingers. As soon as my son's fingers are released, he looks at me with penetrating eyes and stage whispers,"Mom....don't tell anyone this happened."
As they are packing up to leave, one of them looks at me and says, "Weren't we here last year for a locked door?"
The joy of children. ;)
A few hours later I said to my 5 yr old,"we had quite an afternoon, hmm?"
His enthusiastic reply was,"Yeah mom, I love meeting new people!"
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So, yesterday morning my son got up very early. He started a new camp this week, and he feels like a big boy. He asked me to help find a red marker for him, and some paper, so he can practice drawing hearts. No biggie. This activity kept him busy until we got ready to go.
Then, while driving, my son says,"Look, Mom, I drew a heart, does this look right?". Well. He'd drawn a heart all right. He drew - I <3 U - and a name in HUGE letters under it. Apparently it is the name of one of the female staff. Today, he got up really early, and was busy making pictures when I got up. We got ready as usual, and then he said he had to take his flower pictures to camp. I asked them if they were for a certain staff member, and he said yes. So, at camp drop-off I told his group leader my son has something for this gal. As soon as my son was out of the car, he ran over to this young woman to give her the pictures. She's a vivacious blonde. Oh my.
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Last week my 5 yr old started Kindergarden. No big deal, all my friends said I might cry, etc., etc., whatever. He was a little scared, but happy and wanted me to stay in his classroom a little. I did not cry.
Well, people, that was last week. Today, on the way to school, he tells me he wants to stay after (there's an after care program). When I ask him why, he says, "well, there's games and COMPUTERS to play with in the play room." Ok, so I give him permission. I mean, the kid wants to STAY at school LONGER, not because he has to!
Then, we park the car, I get out his gear and walk him towards the school. He then announces that he wants to walk down the hallway by himself. I'm hoping I heard him wrong, but no, he slips on his backpack and starts walking away without giving me a kiss!!! This is a kid who ALWAYS needs at least 4-5 kisses and hugs from mom before separation. The TEACHER holding the door open had to call him back to kiss me. Sheesh.
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The material is endless, I'm telling you.
Here are a few fun adventures I've had with my 3yr old and 5 yr old in the last year or so...
__________________________________________________________________
Let me preface this little story by saying last year I had to call the local fire department because my 3 yr old locked himself in his room and the lock jammed. Good times.
Anyway, my 3 & 5 yr old are home sick this week with a virus. My 5 yr old was feeling much better today and decided to play with a wooden playset with screws, wood pieces with holes, wheels, etc, to create vehicles, etc, which we bought him at a science museum. He asked me to build him a little car, which I did, and then went to make lunch. 5 minutes later he comes running up to me terrified,"Mommy my fingers are stuck!"
He'd put his fingers through the wooden holes on the wood pieces and they were indeed stuck. I tried soap, vaseline, lotion, to no avail. I tried snipping the wood with a pliers, but they were too small. With little fingers turning purple, I called 911. I got a message that my call did not go through. WHAT???
Anyway, I tried to put more soap on the wood, but his fingers were really jammed in there. I called 911 again and finally got through. The dispatcher said they'd send over the rescue fire dept.
My husband calls to see how we are, and I tell him I've just called 911, and why. He says,"Gee, I hope they don't charge us for that, can't you try to get them off his fingers while you're waiting?" I hung up on said husband.
Fire department arrives and tries ring cutter. It's too big and squeezes my son's finger really hard. They find giant pliers and cut their way through the wood until it splits and releases my son's fingers. As soon as my son's fingers are released, he looks at me with penetrating eyes and stage whispers,"Mom....don't tell anyone this happened."
As they are packing up to leave, one of them looks at me and says, "Weren't we here last year for a locked door?"
The joy of children. ;)
A few hours later I said to my 5 yr old,"we had quite an afternoon, hmm?"
His enthusiastic reply was,"Yeah mom, I love meeting new people!"
__________________________________________________________________
So, yesterday morning my son got up very early. He started a new camp this week, and he feels like a big boy. He asked me to help find a red marker for him, and some paper, so he can practice drawing hearts. No biggie. This activity kept him busy until we got ready to go.
Then, while driving, my son says,"Look, Mom, I drew a heart, does this look right?". Well. He'd drawn a heart all right. He drew - I <3 U - and a name in HUGE letters under it. Apparently it is the name of one of the female staff. Today, he got up really early, and was busy making pictures when I got up. We got ready as usual, and then he said he had to take his flower pictures to camp. I asked them if they were for a certain staff member, and he said yes. So, at camp drop-off I told his group leader my son has something for this gal. As soon as my son was out of the car, he ran over to this young woman to give her the pictures. She's a vivacious blonde. Oh my.
_________________________________________________________________
Last week my 5 yr old started Kindergarden. No big deal, all my friends said I might cry, etc., etc., whatever. He was a little scared, but happy and wanted me to stay in his classroom a little. I did not cry.
Well, people, that was last week. Today, on the way to school, he tells me he wants to stay after (there's an after care program). When I ask him why, he says, "well, there's games and COMPUTERS to play with in the play room." Ok, so I give him permission. I mean, the kid wants to STAY at school LONGER, not because he has to!
Then, we park the car, I get out his gear and walk him towards the school. He then announces that he wants to walk down the hallway by himself. I'm hoping I heard him wrong, but no, he slips on his backpack and starts walking away without giving me a kiss!!! This is a kid who ALWAYS needs at least 4-5 kisses and hugs from mom before separation. The TEACHER holding the door open had to call him back to kiss me. Sheesh.
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The material is endless, I'm telling you.
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