My dad has my kids this week. Now let me say, for the record, that I love my kids. But four kids at home ALL day ALL summer long, well, that gets to be a little wearing. Especially when they want to kill each other about 90% of the time. Directly resulting in me wanting to kill them 95% of the time. (Funny thing about percentages - mine don't always match up.) So my response when my dad said that he wanted all four for a week before school starts? Yee-freaking-haw! (That may or may not be a direct quote.)
Hubby and I went to dinner with his mom last night, then to frozen yogurt by ourselves, with some shopping in between (during which I found absolutely nothing and then tried to talk myself into the idea that no, it isn't because there is something wrong with my body, there just wasn't anything in THREE stores for me. Could happen to anyone.)
Today we decided to go and donate some blood before he had to go to work. We race when we give blood, and so far he always wins. I'm no slouch at bleeding, but I am going to claim that gravity works harder on him since he is sooo much taller than me. He beat my by a minute. We did our required ten minutes in the snack area afterwards, munching and drinking, before heading home to eat lunch. Just after we walked in the door, my dad called to tell me "Jonathan's okay, but..." I think that all of us moms know that when a sentence starts out that way, all is not well. Turns out the 3 year old bailed off of a scooter, and Dad was unsure whether or not I might want to take him in for stitches, and a chunk of his lip was MISSING. Hmmmm.
Did I mention my Dad lives about 40 minutes away? So I first talked tried to talk him through taking some pictures and emailing them to me so that I could see what the damage was without him having to load up all four kids and drive them down. Dad could have driven down here by the time we were successful (and in the end he had to post them to my Facebook page because the email thing wasn't happening - note to self to teach Dad how to do some things on him computer the next time I am up there!) At any rate, after talking with the advice nurse, I made an appointment to take him in tonight.
Well, in all the mess of trying to do all that, I forgot to eat (did you know you are supposed to do a lot of that after you give blood?) so by the time I went outside when my dad dropped Jonathan off, I actually almost blacked out. I have never had that happen before, but I was standing there, and suddenly got REALLY nauseas and dizzy, then there was a huge whooshing sound in my ears and I couldn't hear, and I stumbled a bit and had to sit on the lawn with my head between my knees while my oldest ran in to grab me something to eat. I felt like an idiot.
Anyhow, 6 stitches later, Jonathan's lip will heal. (The physicians assistant recognized the boy from putting his cast on a few months ago "Hey bud - how's the arm?" and told me that this kid is going to be scarred up by the time he hits high school. No news flash there.) All he wanted to eat afterwards was rice, soup, and ice cream, so we went to the sushi buffet and had dinner. His lip was numb for a long time, so it was funny to watch him eat/drink/try to smile. I have a feeling my kids are really going to make fun of me and laugh at me when I am old and infirm, just to pay me back.
Because I gave blood today, I wasn't able to workout, but I think that with all the non-eating, my weight shouldn't change too much. The boy has gone back to Pa's house (the thought I had after I had gotten his appointment and felt terrible for him having to have stitches was "Well crap, now Dad is probably going to give all of them back and there goes my week." Thank goodness, that was not the case) and I am enjoying a completely empty, quiet house tonight. I am going to go and read quietly. Or dance around the house naked.
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