Didn't Quite Make It

Well, clearly I missed my two posts per month quota for Feb, March, and possibly Jan. Let's see if I can get back into the swing of things here and make up for it in April.

I remembered my password to login to the blog on the third try. Not too bad :-)

I found my camera! Even better :-) :-)

Still no pictures because it needs batteries. Not quite as exciting, now :-(

So, some entertaining tidbits from life under the big top (In case you didn't catch that, I am indeed, comparing our household to the circus that it feels like most days!)

Some recent comical-tragedies:

One child managed to cut his tongue with a razor in the shower. I won't mention which child this was, but you already know it was a HE. And if that isn't enough of a hint, it's the one that has HAIR UNDER HIS ARMS!! That is, if he hasn't shaved it off.

Another shorter child managed to splatter toothpaste in his eye he was brushing so hard. Now I suppose that shouldn't have been funny. I am not sure why it was. Maybe it's because it was moments after the razor and tongue episode and I was thinking to myself, "only in this house." Or maybe it is because I am sick in the head. It could be either, I guess.

Some less-than-comical-tragedies:

Again, those boys ganged up on me. Two major dramas, one right after the other!

Chris was working late and I thought I had it all under control. I was working on cleaning up the dinner mess and had just sent Keenan on his way upstairs for a shower.

Shortly into the cleanup project I feel water dripping on my head from the kitchen ceiling. I look up and it begins coming down in a steady stream. I RUN upstairs and find Keenan in our bathroom, which has no tub. Only a stand up shower stall with a sliding glass door. The bathroom floor is COVERED in about an inch or water and it is seeping through the floor into the kitchen below. Apparently, he thought if he shut the shower door, he could plug up the drain with a wash cloth and make himself a bath. The water was a good 12 inches up the door when he heard me come in and OPENED the shower door---sploosh...more water on the bathroom floor.

Gretyl, sweet child that she is, jumps to action and starts grabbing towels and runs downstairs with them. I quickly mop up the bathroom floor with a mixture of towels and dirty clothes from the hamper. Soaking towels all over the bathroom and kitchen and I decide to pause to give the boys their night time medicine.

Now let me stop here for a moment to explain HOW skeptical Kyle always is of his medicine when I put it in front of him. He takes several pills in the evening and carefully examines each one. If there is a different generic, he will question it.

So Kyle takes his medicine. Next it's Keenan's turn. I have some of Keenan's medicine set out and am turning around to get the rest out of their respective vials. When I turn back around, the first few pills I set out for Keenan are gone.

Me: Where'd those pills go?
Kyle: What pills?
Me: The pills I laid right there.
Kyle: Oh, I took them.
Me: What?!
Kyle: I thought they were for me.
Me: But you already took yours!!
Kyle: I thought there were more.

Now this would not have been so freakishly odd if it weren't for the fact that he usually doesn't even want to take the pills that ARE his!!! It's a Spanish Inquisition every time--like I might try to poison him, and so he'd better stay on his toes!

So he ends up taking a pretty high dose of a medicine that lowers your blood pressure. I call CVS, talk with the pharmacist, and he isn't quite sure. He thinks Kyle should be okay--but he isn't sure. He says I should probably call poison control and talk to a poison control pharmacist. (apparently they are a notch above the CVS pharmacist???)

Poison control tells me to take him to children's hospital immediately. It's dark, and rainy, and I hate driving in the dark and the rain. I don't drive that well in the daytime, but add darkness, rain, and downtown traffic and I am freaking out.

Me: Can I take him to the Children's Close to Home Urgent Care?
Them: No.
Me: Can I take him to Dublin Methodist (which is in Dublin and doesn't involve driving downtown)
Them: No.
Me: Okay.....

Gretyl, who thinks he must be dying, offers to stay with Keenan and gives Kyle $2 for the vending machines at the hospital. Which was kind of funny. But what was even funnier is that after he "pulls through", she wants me to give her the $2 back. "I THOUGHT he was dying!" she tells me.

So we end up spending 7 hours in the emergency room so they can monitor him. He ends up being fine. Chris eventually meets me down there, but not before some priest comes in, thinking I am some abandoned single mother (I didn't have my wedding ring on). He plops down in a rocking chair and proceeds to talk my ear off and spill a can of orange soda all over the floor. Nice man, I was so glad when he left, though. I said something about how my husband would be there soon. I could tell he thought I was making it up-hahahahaha.

He made some joke about hoping Kyle could leave before all the bars closed (did I mention he was a priest-geesh!). Kyle went on to ask every staff member that came in, what time he was going to get to go. He needed to go before 2am, he'd tell them, because that was when the bars closed.

They all thought it was hysterical. It was.... the first few times. Then I realized he was serious. So I asked him, what do you think a bar is?? A place where you get food, he tells me!! That's my boy :)

Okay, nuff for tonight. More to come later this week, including pictures. I promise!