April 15, 2011
Just a Typical Day In The Life Of a Lunatic
I had a pain in my back that pretty much felt like I was being stabbed. I couldn't stop crying about everything, which really freaked the kids out. My husband came home from work early and took the kids to visit his parents so I could rest. I made chicken and dumplings in the crock pot and rested for a while. Then I began to absolutely panic. I knew that one of the kids had wondered off and was lost or ran out in the road and got hit by a car. I knew it. I called Steve and wouldn't let him hang up the phone until he absolutely assured me that all three children were there and in his sight. Then I cried some more.
When they came home, I was getting dinner ready when I realized that I had pretty much forgotten to season the soup and I forgot to put the chicken in. We had PB&J for dinner. Then I cried some more...a lot, really. Almost to the point that I was hysterical. When I calmed down a little and started to get George ready for bed, that's when it happened.
George came upstairs. When she got to the top, she turned around to yell something downstairs, lost her balance (I screamed) and went down the stairs head, feet, head, feet (I might have screamed some more). She seemed to be OK, aside from the massive amounts of blood coming from her mouth, so we took her to the hospital to get checked out. She was fine by the time we got there (even though she was still bleeding) and thought the whole thing was awesome. She knocked a tooth loose a little, and had a small bump on her head, but other than that, she's fine.
Today, she's rockin' a hospital i.d. band (which she won't take off because it says Georgie), some bloody, bruised gums and stories of the ER. She also got to go to the dentist today even though the office was closed. She really thinks she's something special (which, of course, she is). I'm not sure that I'm cut out to be the mother of this kind of kid. I'm not tough enough.
To top it off, I noticed some changes in Corrina's body that she's not old enough for and I'm not prepared to talk to her about. I'm not cut out to be the mother of a 7 year old who appears to be going through puberty either. Hmmm...what kind of kid am I cut out to be a mother to? Are any of them easy?
Anyway, I have never been so thankful to go to bed as I was last night. That was the best part of the day! The lesson learned: throwing yourself down the stairs will NOT make your mother stop acting like a lunatic. It will only make her worse.