Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Oh, the stress of it all...

If I make it to 11:00 on Friday without completely losing it, it will be nothing less than a miracle. Jesse gets his stitches out then. My stomach is a tight ball of stress right now. Every step he takes I'm sure he's going to biff it and fall right on his forehead and tear his stitches. Last night Julia and Renie were in the bathtub. I had already bathed and dressed Jesse and he was wandering around while I made Devon's bed. Suddenly I heard a Bong! from the bathroom, immediately followed by his cries. I ran in to discover that somebody, apparently some invisible being from another dimension, had dumped half a bottle of baby wash all over the bathroom floor. Jesse had slipped in it and banged his head on the tub. I came very near at that moment to going off the deep end. I mean, seriously? A bottle of shampoo? On the floor? When he has 7 STITCHES IN HIS HEAD? And of course, Devon and Renie have spent the past 2 days running around like complete maniacs, nearly bowling him over about every 30 seconds. So every thirty seconds my heart drops into my stomach and I threaten them that I'm going to send them to their rooms for the REST OF THE DAY! Maybe I should just do that until Friday? I'm right on the edge, I tell you. If he would let me, I would just carry Jesse on my hip for the next 3 days so I could feel more in control of the situation. Why have my children abandoned any and all interest in sitting for hours in front of the TV? This would be the perfect week to do it. Maybe I should buy a new and exciting movie that they'll want to watch over and over. Any suggestions?

3 comments:

Terri_B said...

Cliff has been on an "Air Buddies" kick. After he watched that a few times he wanted to see "Snow Buddies". Another one that both Lainey and Cliff have watched a lot is 102 Dalmations. Not the animated one, but the one with real actors. They have been into movies with dogs. Try those, if they haven't already seen them.

Poor little Jesse. I feel so badly for you and your little guy. That is the one miserable thing about that age. Stephen is a little -unstable accident waiting to happen- baby boy too. I really do feel for you! Love and luck sent your way!

Also, thanks for the email. We've already been in contact with one another. She is so great, and I'm so glad to be back in touch with her :)

The Blogger said...

Awww. Poor little cuss. Give him a hug for me, and tell him now he has something in common with his coolest uncle -- stitches (and probably a scar) right there on the forehead.

SuburbanCorrespondent said...

You are obviously a lousy mother!

Joke! It's a joke! I'm always yelling at the kids not to play in the bathroom when others are in the tub; but of course with 1-year-old, you're not going to get a lot of compliance.