Up way early this morning, 5 am, to take my 20 month old to the hospital to have his cast removed from his right arm. He had hand surgery 2 weeks ago. Now he's in a soft cast for a week. He slipped out of it 2 hours after we arrived back home. Little bugger. Panicked, I called the doc's office, who told me his nurse would call me back immediately. In the intervening 10 minutes, I unwrapped the soft cast, which reminds me of a sticky ace bandage, and rewrapped it on my son's arm. Thankfully, he was distracted by some food to eat with his left arm. When I called the doc's office again and told them what I'd done, they didn't seem to care. Saved me a trip to the office and some $.
Apparently my husband didn't listen to a fucking thing I said the other night about our impending trip to Florida. He talked with his dad last nite, who has made brunch reservations for all of us, and has arranged other things, so apparently we're going. I don't think hubby realizes what he's gonna owe me for this. In fact, I'm positive he has no idea. If he even thinks about getting into one of his moods, I'll kill him right on the spot. You can all be my character witnesses. Someone please delete this blog before I'm prosecuted.
I had to laugh at my eldest daughter, who is 7. L is usually rather curt with her 4 year old sister, C, especially if C doesn't follow what L tells her to do. Tonite before dinner, C is showing L some of the paintings she did in pre-school earlier in the week. Usually L would respond with something rude like who cares, they're ugly, they're not as good as mine. But tonite, L surprised me like I never thought she'd do. She looked at them and said, "Wow, C! These are beautiful!" I nearly cried. I walked over to L, leaned down to her ear and said "That's the nicest I've ever heard you speak to your sister. I like hearing that and I'm proud of you for complimenting her." I think I embarassed her.
I'm feeling a bit more relaxed, don't know why, don't care to find out. I really need to find more ME time. I know its hard to do with 3 kids and a house to run, but it has to happen sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.
Apparently my husband didn't listen to a fucking thing I said the other night about our impending trip to Florida. He talked with his dad last nite, who has made brunch reservations for all of us, and has arranged other things, so apparently we're going. I don't think hubby realizes what he's gonna owe me for this. In fact, I'm positive he has no idea. If he even thinks about getting into one of his moods, I'll kill him right on the spot. You can all be my character witnesses. Someone please delete this blog before I'm prosecuted.
I had to laugh at my eldest daughter, who is 7. L is usually rather curt with her 4 year old sister, C, especially if C doesn't follow what L tells her to do. Tonite before dinner, C is showing L some of the paintings she did in pre-school earlier in the week. Usually L would respond with something rude like who cares, they're ugly, they're not as good as mine. But tonite, L surprised me like I never thought she'd do. She looked at them and said, "Wow, C! These are beautiful!" I nearly cried. I walked over to L, leaned down to her ear and said "That's the nicest I've ever heard you speak to your sister. I like hearing that and I'm proud of you for complimenting her." I think I embarassed her.
I'm feeling a bit more relaxed, don't know why, don't care to find out. I really need to find more ME time. I know its hard to do with 3 kids and a house to run, but it has to happen sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.
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