Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Okay so yesterday I'm taking a nap, the girls are "playing" and so Jeremy steps outside for a moment. In my sleep I can hear that the girls are beginning to quarrel so I get up and go to check on them. On my way out of the bedroom I hear a bloodcurdling scream causing me to hurry toward the room that they share. I encountered Abby, the two-year-old in the living room crying with BLOOD STREAMING DOWN HER FACE! There was a huge gash above her right eye. As I was cleaning it with a wet paper towel all I could get her to tell me was "Libby did it". So as I try to stop the bleeding I ask Libby what happened (Libby is almost five and has a speech delay and could possibly have mild autism or something similar, we are working on getting her evaluated) to which she replies very guiltily "I have to potty." This is her way of distracting us from the fact that she's in trouble. So I locate Jeremy by phone (he had walked two blocks to his mom's house) and tell them I need someone to watch Libby while I take Abby to the ER. Thankfully my mother-in-law brought him home and offers to drive so I can sit next to Abby.
Fastforward to the ER. Abby didn't want them to put a bandaid on it, she didn't even want them to put the ID bracelet on me. Everything sets her off and when they feel that she is numb enough, they wrapped her in a sheet and held her dow to put five stitches across her eyebrow. Such screaming, you can't imagine. And the pitiful begging "I want to go home! I want Daddy! I'm Done! Please!" So once she was freed from the bindings I held her for a while to calm her and then within ten minutes she was released. She kept the 'blanket' (soft flannel hospital gown that she didn't want to put on at first) and has been pointing out her 'booboo' to everyone. Ah the joys of motherhood . . .

Thursday, September 01, 2005

So much for the sweet rat. Three days after I brought him home he bit me. Since I hadn't had him long, I worried about the possibility of rabies, so I took him to be euthanized so that the health dept could pick up the body and send him off to be tested. I havfe since heard back from them, he didn't have rabies . . . *huge sigh of relief*.

Gas prices went sky high yesterday, so I skipped taking Libby to 4K this morning and the girls won't make it to playgroup either.

My sinuses have been driving me mad lately, but they seem to have settled down after I finally took something for it.

I got my haircut on Tuesday, it feels so much better at the tips. I go way too long between haircuts, so that by the time I get around to it, the ends feel like horsehair.

Went thrift shopping with my mom yesterday. Picked up a tall/skinny chest of drawers and a sewing table to organize my bedroom with, along with gender neutral baby clothes and some things for the girls. And of course I got some maternity clothes, you can never have too many of those.

I want to rearrange the bedroom furniture and get rid of one of the bookshelves, mainly organizing to make room for when the baby gets here. I figure he/she will stay in our room in the cradle for the first six months or so unless the perfect house drops into our lap. Everyone thinks we're crazy for having another baby in a three bedroom house, but babies don't take up that much space, and if we end up staying here, we'll fit him/her in somewhere when the cradle is outgrown.

  • I need to start Ben on school; I can hear him playing a video game in his room.
  • I need to load the dishwasher. *DONE!*
  • I need to wipe down the countertops. *DONE!*
  • I need to do some laundry.
  • I need to vacuum.
  • I need to sweep.