One Good Bump Deserves Another...
If this blog makes no sense to you, then I'll atribute that to the fact that I have a large goose egg on the back of my head. On a better note: my lawn is mowed, my house is clean, my van sparkles and smells lemony fresh.
Friday, while we were waiting for Ryan's prescription at Wal-Mart, we went and vacuumed out my van. I got so disgusted with the ground in gunk on the middle seat that I took that sucker to the car wash bay and took the power sprayer to it. After it dripped water for a while, I put it back in the van. Then we went back to Wal-Mart, where I discovered my driver's license was gone. So back to the Happy Bubbles Car Wash I went. Never did find the driver's license, but Ryan had thrown away my very expensive cross necklace. Good thing we went back. So I'll be going down to my local DMV for a replacement. Yippee.
Saturday morning the lawn guy came over and woke me up at an unearthly hour in the morning. 7 a.m. on a weekend???? I groaned, went to Albertsons to get him some cash, came back home and I slept. Around 10 or so, he was still at it. And my ex called. I was still in bed...and he couldn't seem to believe that I wasn't up and around. I have no kids, I tell him. He thought I had Ryan's girls. Nope, I said. DHS finally approved his daycare application and besides, it's the weekend. DUH.
Saturday I went to Lee's house to take Stephen and Alexis bike riding, since Annie got no sleep Friday night. What is it with kids, that they'll sleep in during the week when they have to get up and get ready for school, but on the weekends, they're up before the rooster is? We ended up riding through the park and even stopped long enough so I could climb up into the rocketship slide thingy. That was fun, a blast from my past. All was well except that, on the way back, Stephen decides he's going to ride ahead, and can't hear me yelling at him to let us catch up. We got back to their house and Alexis and I discovered that Stephen wasn't there. So we threw the bikes in the yard and jumped in my van and went around the block, but didn't find him. When we pulled back into the driveway, Stephen was home. It took everything in me not to yell at him for scaring me so much. So he's lost priviledges of going on a bike ride with us next time.
Then Lee gets online and believe it or not, he chides me for loosing Stephen. Before I could say anything I'd regret (b/c I was upset and felt bad enough already), I left and went home. Later on that night, he tells me that he lost Stephen when he was two, and he knew how much it would scare me. He just hoped that I would relay to them that he loved them and that they have to follow the rules he sets out for them no matter who they're with. I do love those kids, I tell him. I would die for them! I can only relay so much of his love to them. When it comes down to it, they need their dad. They need his time, his love, his hugs. They need him.
But apparantly, my two older children were out to kill each other this weekend. Saturday Hunter hit Chase in the head. With a hammer. He now has a nice goose egg that covers the back of his head and a scratch underneath his left eye from him running into a tree. (Hmmm....wonder if it's time to take him back to the eye doc yet?) Sunday, Chase took revenge on Hunter and whacked him something fierce with a stick. Although he swears that Hunter just 'ran into' the stick. Uh-huh. So now Hunter has a walnut sized bump on the right side of his forehead with a long cut going down the middle.
Ah, but mom couldn't miss out on the fun. So I decided to clean house yesterday after I got home from church. And then Ryan calls, so I went in the kitchen. Just as I reached the phone, my feet went out from under me and in a second, I fell backwards, hit my head on a chair and scraped my right arm along the island countertop. I manage to reach and pick up the phone. It's Ryan, and he says I sound tired. No, I tell him, I'm not tired. I just fell on an entire dumped bottle of brand new laundry detergent. It's clear, so I didn't see it. Of course, I tell myself, I just have to be like my kids. So the three of us have a bump somewhere on our noggins. I was reminded of mine this morning, in fact, trying to brush my hair. In between that nasty bump and the fact that I think I've bruised my tailbone, I'm living on ibuprofen and praying for healing and strenth to make it through the next few days.
So 'scuse me while I go off to skulk in a torrid sea of pain and misery....