As if I needed another one.
It didn't start out badly; the kids all slept until 7, which is fairly abnormal for them, so we woke up more rested than usual. It pretty much went downhill from there.
Maggie woke up with one eye totally crusted over. A phone call to my pediatric nurse MIL confirmed our suspicions -- she probably had an ear infection. So Tim got the big ones ready for church while I threw on some clothes and took Maggie to the (thankfully open) peds clinic for a quick ear check. Diagnosis: double ear infection. No wonder she's been napping so poorly all week and acting crabby as all get-out when she's awake.
After church, we were trying to get some little chores done around the house before heading to my parents' house -- getting the laundry up from the basement, putting recycling in the bin, that sort of thing. The two older children found some glass jars from the bin and were banging them together to make "music" until two of them shattered in Abby Kate's hands and glass shards went everywhere. She was, mercifully, not cut at all. Grant got a small glass sliver in one finger because he just couldn't resist touching the broken bits, but that was our only casualty.
After we'd dealt with all that, Tim and Iwere standing in the kitchen when we heard a muffled sort of thump thump thump sound. We wheeled around, realizing two things simultaneously: Maggie was missing and the basement door was open. I dashed to the stairs just in time to see her tumble the final half-dozen steps to the concrete floor below.
Two things, I think, saved her from serious injury. One was that she went down sideways instead of end-over-end and that meant she took the brunt of the fall on her torso rather than her head. The other is that she appears to be made out of rubber. She ended up with a bruise on one cheek, another on her forehead and a small scrape on her shoulder. When I think how badly she could have been hurt, it seems clear that God was watching out for her yesterday. And for her stupid parents.
We were pretty badly shaken by that, but since Maggie seemed to be OK, we went over to my parents' for dinner. A baby gate fell over on Maggie while we were there, not hurting her but definitely scaring her and requiring us to carry her around for most of the afternoon -- fine by us. We were just settling into dessert, when we couldn't locate Grant.
The kids had finished dinner long before everyone else and had gone outside to play. Abby Kate came back in to go to the bathroom, but when we called G in for dessert, we couldn't find him anywhere. After a few minutes of slightly panicked shouting, we found him in the downstairs bathroom. He'd been so busy playing outside that he'd ignored the urge to "go" and by the time he actually made it indoors his sneakers were full of pee.
Worse than that, he'd pooped his pants -- something he hasn't done since he was 2 1/2. He'd tried to take care of it himself, which meant there was pretty much poop everywhere. I can't even begin to describe how gross it was. YUCK. He had to be thrown in the tub and his clothes had to be bagged up to take home. Except for the Lightning McQueen underwear. That we sacrificed to the Poo gods. Sayonara, little undies.
Since we had no other clothes for him, he ended up wearing one of my mom's t-shirts -- one that said "Maui Christmas" on it -- and going totally commando under it all.
We got home and put everyone to bed and then just sat, sort of looking at each other. I think we have never been so glad for a day to be over.
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