Low and behold, my crazy Monday did not begin and end with the dog and her stolen loaf of putty bread.
The good news is that she never puked it up, or at least not inside the house where I could find it or be forced to shampoo it out of the rug. She did spend an extended amount of time out doors yesterday, just to be on the safe side. Good thing for her, yesterday pretended to be a spring day and not a winter day.
We had a surprise visit from The Little Miss's case worker. It was not what I was expecting and my head and heart are filled with all sorts of new things to start processing. If you're the praying sort, please continue to pray for her. I'd ask that your prayer simply be that God's will would be done, quickly and with as little trauma to her as possible. She is simply a sweet little toddler caught in the middle of an adult mess.
I had a call from a mom friend who is facing hard things with her child. She is being forced to look at her child in a new way, as a child who potentially might have something "wrong". It's simply a shame that we label kids in that way. So what if part of their body doesn't work like everyone else's. It doesn't make them broken, just different, and they are still fearfully and wonderfully made. She was still chosen by God to be one of the earthly parents of this child. These are the kinds of things that stretch families to the breaking point though, so I hope that this is a family that will come out the other side stronger.
During that phone call, as I'm trying to politely rush the kids into washing the mud off their boy bodies and get into their Tae Kwon Do uniforms, white of course, The Littlest Mr. manages to get dirt into his eye. While still on the phone, we try to wash it out and I finally tell him, he's a boy, he should just suck it up and get ready for class. All the way to class he's rubbing it and crying. Part way through class, he comes out still rubbing it.
By now his eye is purple and very swollen. The instructors are concerned that he has been hit or poked in the eye in class. I assure them, it's just dirt and he can finish class. Mean while, The Little Miss is screaming her head off because she has refused to take a nap. As we're heading to the van, now with two screaming kids, the phone rings--my third call while they're in this class. It's only an hour long folks! This one is the eye clinic. My trial lenses are in and I should come get them now.
So, off we go to the eye clinic, one screaming toddler, one put out 9 year old and one eyed dirt boy. The boys are still in the Tae Kwon Do uniforms because we didn't bring extra clothes. We were going right home after class. Mr. One Eye is also wearing bright yellow rubber rain boots.
At the clinic I requested some look at his eye, simply because I couldn't take the blubbering any more. I was confident that he simply had some dirt in it, it would work it's way out and be fine. Well, it turns out that in those two hours, it had already become infected. From there we went to the pharmacy.
All in all, we managed to get home around 7PM. Not bad considering we left for Tae Kwon Do class at 3:30! The boys and I ate dinner, The Little Miss threw it at us. She barfed up her bottle into my lap at bed time, then woke up screaming at 4:45 this morning.
Next stop, a filling. Shouldn't everyone cap off a day like that with an early morning trip to the dentist for another filling.
I can only begin to imagine what today holds for me.
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