Before a long 3 day weekend.
It was a long Thursday.
Joe headed off to work. The boys went off to school on the bus. The girls sat down with their dry bowls of cereal and cups to watch PBS Kids.
I downed my second cup of coffee of the morning, tamed my wild curls into a messy pony, and put on the latest episode of my favorite podcast, Astonishing Legends.
Then I got down to work! Ok, so I really started about 10, after getting the girls to sit on the potty several times, switched the laundry around, cleaned up the dry cereal, let Lucy outside, and fed the chickens and ducks. There was also a 3rd cup of microwaved coffee in there somewhere.
I spend the majority of yesterday cleaning and organizing the boys’ bedroom. I also moved the cubbies around to give them more room. There were 25 pounds of Lego Bricks to sort not including the built things that they had set aside. That might not sound like a lot at first, but when you start to think about all the little tiny pieces, ugh. For some reason one of the kids likes to pull the hands out and arms off. So that added to the sorting.
They have more cars and trucks than a junkyard, miles of tracks, air planes that would fill an airshow, trains to fill the whole Island of Sodor, and enough dinosaurs to make John Hammond jealous.
By the time I was done cleaning, sorting, and organizing I had a home for everything, and filled 5 trash bags of broken toys, crayons and markers, holey socks, and empty water bottles. Joe collects empty water bottles around our bed too. I shut the vacuum off at 6:30. Yes, it really did take me that long, between playing and chasing the girls around (and away from the piles of stuff), potty times for them, lunch, homework when the boys got home.
Joe got home and kept an eye on the kids while they played outside for a bit. While out there, he also sharpened my pocket knife. He brought the girls in to start dinner and told the boys not to touch the knife. One guess at which one of the three didn’t listen.
Tony came into the house screaming he needed a band-aid. This isn’t an unusual occurrence in our house. The boys scrape their knees, hands, and arms from bike crashes, trips (they’re graceful like their mother), and tumbles. The girls, while they occasionally get a scrape, they usually just want to be covered in band-aids from head to toe.
I was wrapping up the cord and told him to go into the bathroom to wash it off, not thinking he did anything that bad. Although, I should have known better because Tony is our frequent flier to the ER. (Not really, but this was his 4th trip in 6 years- the other 2 boys have only ever been to Urgent Care, and that was mainly because we couldn’t get them into the pediatrician’s for other illnesses) A few minutes later when he hadn’t come out of the bathroom, I went to check. And GAH!!! A lovely clean arch cut on the side of his left pinky, right at the top joint.
He didn’t just run water on it. Oh no! He was shaking his hand. There was blood everywhere: the sink, the floor, the walls, on him. I got the cut cleaned up put on a dressing and we applied pressure. I got most of the blood off the floor and sink and him. The bleeding had mostly stopped. He joined the rest of the kids eating dinner, and then off to the ER we went because doctor mom didn’t think she could fix it with just a band-aid.
So after a sterile washing, medical glue, and finger splint to keep him from breaking it open bending it, 3 kind nurses, including Tony who cleaned up Tony’s chin before, and a very sweet doctor we were out of there in 2 hours. Tony had a little snack when we got home and then off to bed. Even with tape holding the splint in place, he still managed to get it off in his sleep. (He cried more after we scolded him for messing with the knife than he did while they cleaned and patched him up. Lego Movie saved the day)
Glad their room was clean so I could easily find it this morning.
Now, I’m off to sort through the girls’ toys. Shouldn’t take nearly as long, but figuring out what’s baby-baby toys, toddler toys, and getting over sentimental value is tough. Oh and not to mention, they’ll be helping me….
Wish me luck.