Bad Things Comes in Threes
So I'll count off today's list of Bad Things:
1. I have strep throat. No clue where I got it; not from the kids, so hopefully they won't catch it from me. So I have lymph nodes in my neck that feel like small lemons and 29 more antibiotic caplets in my future.
2. Vivian managed to get herself so riled up at camp (within 5 minutes of getting there, from the sound of it) that she got kicked out of camp after lunch time, and isn't allowed to go back until Wednesday. Super.
3. While I was sitting on the floor, watching Tristan (because you can't take an eye off him for 5 seconds) and contemplating whether the above 2 events plus the fact that I spilled water all over my lap while driving so that it looked like I'd peed myself when we got hom to greet the contractors who were working on my porch), Tristan got ahold of one of the 4" metal forks that someone gave Vivian last year for the play kitchen. (I've tried to eliminate them all from use but they are like zombie forks, they keep coming back.) When I tried to take it from him, he yelled "NO!" (the word of the week) and ran off, flopped onto the bottom bunk of Vivian's bunkbed which is just plywood, and jabbed it into the soft palate in the back of his mouth. He did this so hard that it got STUCK THERE and I had to yank it back out, with him all the while screaming and bleeding. Then we had to go to urgent care, which amounted to 1.5 more hours of me trying to keep him from killing himself in various waiting rooms, and $150 or so of money I didn't need to spend today.
And tomorrow, since Vivian isn't allowed to go back to camp, I get to watch them both. And my mother can't help because she is going on vacation on Wednesday and needs to pack. Or something. And I wouldn't dare take them to the YMCA childcare since that's where Vivian was at camp when she was struck by the naughty bug. Suuuuper.
1. I have strep throat. No clue where I got it; not from the kids, so hopefully they won't catch it from me. So I have lymph nodes in my neck that feel like small lemons and 29 more antibiotic caplets in my future.
2. Vivian managed to get herself so riled up at camp (within 5 minutes of getting there, from the sound of it) that she got kicked out of camp after lunch time, and isn't allowed to go back until Wednesday. Super.
3. While I was sitting on the floor, watching Tristan (because you can't take an eye off him for 5 seconds) and contemplating whether the above 2 events plus the fact that I spilled water all over my lap while driving so that it looked like I'd peed myself when we got hom to greet the contractors who were working on my porch), Tristan got ahold of one of the 4" metal forks that someone gave Vivian last year for the play kitchen. (I've tried to eliminate them all from use but they are like zombie forks, they keep coming back.) When I tried to take it from him, he yelled "NO!" (the word of the week) and ran off, flopped onto the bottom bunk of Vivian's bunkbed which is just plywood, and jabbed it into the soft palate in the back of his mouth. He did this so hard that it got STUCK THERE and I had to yank it back out, with him all the while screaming and bleeding. Then we had to go to urgent care, which amounted to 1.5 more hours of me trying to keep him from killing himself in various waiting rooms, and $150 or so of money I didn't need to spend today.
And tomorrow, since Vivian isn't allowed to go back to camp, I get to watch them both. And my mother can't help because she is going on vacation on Wednesday and needs to pack. Or something. And I wouldn't dare take them to the YMCA childcare since that's where Vivian was at camp when she was struck by the naughty bug. Suuuuper.