Let me quickly recap the last three days.
On Friday, after fall parties at school, I did not make the kids ride the bus home. I know, I’m a giver. It’s also a long weekend, so I let them crash and watch a movie when we got home. I know, I’m such a good mom.
During said movie and while I chatted with Eric on his drive home, a wail of agony suddenly filled the living room. In the (short) time it took me to realize this was an actual injury and get to the couch, blood was dripping from Erin’s eyebrow, down her cheek, over her jaw, down her neck and onto her shirt.
It turns out that there had been an “issue” about the remote control. It was “suggested” that Meg put the remote somewhere else. So she “tossed” it onto the couch. And somehow the remote smashed into Erin’s eyebrow, cutting open a small gash and bruising the area to boot. Both girls wailed (one from pain, the other because “I said I was sorry!”), but we did finally get everyone cleaned up and calmed down.
But THEN…
While at their grandma’s house on Friday night, the footrest of the recliner was somehow flipped out so that it smacked Timmy right under the chin. Much sadness ensued.
THEN…
Alex barfed at 12:30 in the morning on Saturday night after (apparently) too much excitement and heavy food at the birthday party we went to that evening. So we spent a half-hour stripping his bed, cleaning up, remaking the bed, and starting a rinse cycle in the washing machine. But he did feel much better after that…
And THEN…to ice the proverbial cake…
This morning, we were trying to get hair brushed and shoes on to get to church. I was brushing Erin’s hair, facing the couch where Megan was rolling around on the cushions next to Eric. As only Megan can do, she fell off the couch, face first, right onto the floor. Wailing ensued. Eric picked her up, and I fully expected to see a bloody nose, but no. Instead, there was a long wicked-looking scratch from just above the inside corner of her eye to mid-cheek, running parallel to her nose. How did it happen? She had fallen onto Erin’s foot and Erin’s toenail had scratched her face. Her TOE NAIL.
Seriously? I cannot explain how both normal and bizarre it is that in three days’ time, we have been cut open with a remote control, attacked by a footrest, over-partied, and been gashed by a TOE NAIL. Which, in case you wondered, I cut before we left for church.
And all I can think is how much every family and every house has its own brand of “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Ours is crazy. Yours probably is too. And sometimes we just have to tell the strange episodes. Record them. Share them so that other parents feel better that, at least this weekend, their house was the normal one.
So, you’re welcome for that.
Oh, and after searching for almost 10 minutes, we finally found Timmy’s other shoe…on the kitchen counter. It’s our own crazy life, for sure.
