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May 8th, 2008 by wrekehavoc

our house is stress central.

one child had to get two immunizations yesterday. a child who has a limited pain threshold. i won’t mention names, but it’s a girl child. a girl child who was star of the week one minute but then not necessarily star of the pediatrician’s office the next. her hand started hurting her, along with the shot sites. tylenol was not helping. my brother-the-doctor indicated that perhaps a nerve was hit, but not a biggie. still, not a pretty afternoon.

one spouse had to work. he had to work a lot. he had to work a lot again. he called at 4:45 pm to share that we needed to go downtown to pick up one other child at school. school ends at 6 p.m. this is the height of DC rush hour, coming AND going. am i happy yet?

no. not hardly.

downtown we drove in a rush, the unhappy and now-in-pain immunized person and i. we made it in record time. my parking pass was confiscated, as i need a new 2008 one. it is now may. but nice security people let me park anyway, as the worst security threat we pose is one girl reenacting the exorcist. (i’ll let you wonder which one. the answer is not as simple as it might seem.)

we make it to one hellboy’s school. a hellboy who apparently as of late has made a career of knocking around some of the toddlers in the morning. (just cause.) someone is acting out. someone who might be a pissed-off palooka. but knocking babies around like inflatable punching bags is unacceptable behavior around here.

fortunately, today was not a punching-other-children sort of day. it was merely a spending-time-holding-hands-with-my-main-girlfriend sort of day. yes. the boy is in love. and he’s in love with a girl named condoleezza.

not this one (though i suspect she may be named for her. but i don’t know for certain.) ah. only in DC.

but he listened. and he behaved.

am i happy yet?

not quite. but a little better.

we three rush home, rushing in a rush hour way. which means not exactly speeding down constitution avenue. it doesn’t help that the woman driving in front of me is driving like hunter s. thompson is her co-pilot. wouldn’t it be funny if we got home and daddy’s car was in the driveway? BC joked.

don’t push me, little girl.

of course, BS wasn’t home when we got home. and i had not even cooked dinner. when it’s after 6 and dinner isn’t even started, and people are climbing the walls in search of something edible, it is time to visit mr. freezer to see what magic he holds. lucky for me, there was a wegmans veggie lasagna languishing, ever since i bought it and BS said: ew. no one is going to eat THAT. tough times call for tough measures. (and i say that in this house, if you’re not home, you don’t get to pick dinner.) that sucker was going in the microwave.

miraculously, the kids loved it. we’re talking BC, aka miss picky-picky of the western world, asked for seconds. the only criticism i got about it was that there were carrots in it, according to jools. (i don’t have the heart to tell them that there was also spinach and mushrooms. jools loves them, but BC hates both of those.)

am i happy yet? getting closer.

i get kids bathed; i read some chapters of some inscrutable Bionicle book we found at the elementary school fair last weekend. i medicate a certain older child with the zillion different things she requires thanks to her magical lungs… and immunizations. in case i have forgotten, she is IN PAIN. she CAN’T MOVE HER ARMS.

do all moms have days like this?

i start hellboy into bed. it’s 8:00. BS comes home.

DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

well, so much for that mission accomplished. at this point, BS is speaking in monosyllabic grunts. he has had a long day. he has had a long, not-so-good day. he has had a long, not-so-good, and apparently hungry day. did you eat yet? i believe he grunted in the negative. enjoy the lasagna!

i get the boy into bed. i get the girl into bed. she’s in pain, so i get her something from the freezer to help at least one of her arms. in vain, of course.

BS says goodnight to the girl. BS says goodnight to the boy. after a few minutes of decomposing, as we call it in this house, BS announces he’s going to bed.

fabulous.

meanwhile, there’s one little girl who can’t sleep. in the morning, she’ll let me know that she was UP. ALL. NIGHT. but i waited, and i waited until she fell asleep before i went up to bed. so i know she was at least asleep for 30 seconds of the night.

on the bright side, little man went to sleep like a champ.

lately, i am so exhausted. i feel completely wrung out. tomorrow, i go for some more IVIG, and hopefully that will help me keep from getting sick. see, when i get wrung out, i get sick. no one around here gets that. moms are supposed to just keep going and going and going. but i have to just stop sometimes. if i don’t stop some times, i will stop. for good.

fortunately, this morning, i awoke and thought about a little boy in this house who likes to sing a certain song. how BS found out about this group, i don’t know. but jools is completely hooked on the hook of this song, called Nth Degree.

i found it on youtube. and everyone gathered around. even BS.

and suddenly, there was the remedy. it was just a few minutes, but we actually were all smiling. we were all happy.

even me.

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and that dang bird is still trying to get into our house.


6 Responses  
  • notdancingqueen writes:
    May 8th, 2008 at 8:44 pm

    Wow – I think you are the only person around here having more fun than me. Ex: We called D today at 6:30am — that’s right – 6:30am – so that Smallest Girl Child could cry and whine “Dadddddyyyyyyyy! When are you coming Hooooome? Why do you ha-ha-ha-have to b-b-b-b-be in N-n-n-n-new Hamp-hamp-hampshire?” And D says “gee thanks honey, for the early morning punch in the gut.” Yeah, whatever, dude – they beat the shit out of me routinely…it’s time you had your fair share. Here’s a tip for you, Wreke — buy stock in Jip-Jip — it’s single-handedly responsible for having me well on my way to Betty Ford’s House. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, darlin…

  • MamaBird/SurelyYouNest writes:
    May 8th, 2008 at 8:50 pm

    Ach, music cures all – and food. Stopped for kibbeh and spinach pies on my way home today. Highly recommend working the blood sugar — c’mon, you deserve some falafel. xo

  • wrekehavoc writes:
    May 8th, 2008 at 9:05 pm

    oh jax: don’t know what jip jip is, but i’ll be finding out. oh yes, i will.

    and mamabird — meeting you today was a total spiritual lift. and your C-man is absolutely adorable. next time at lebanese taverna. me want falafel.

    🙂

  • notdancingqueen writes:
    May 9th, 2008 at 4:57 pm
  • CuriousC / IdeaJump! writes:
    May 10th, 2008 at 3:20 pm

    Hi WREKE! Hope you’re doing OK, I enjoyed the Nth degree (how do you find these?) and I hope you found a source for JipJip. And WEGMANS lasagne sounds YUM (I heart Wegmans). Lastly, Have a great MOM’s DAY!

  • Dawn writes:
    May 11th, 2008 at 6:08 pm

    fantastic. Days like this make the funny sooo much funnier.


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