The Day Just Went From Bad to Worse

Normally I don't post about the bad days, because we all have bad days. What's interesting about bad days? Well, yesterday was by far the worst day I've had in a long time (and I've had to pay for expensive plumbing issues at our real house lately.) It was so bad, it's almost comical I think. Let's walk through the day shall we?

January 6th

12:01-01:00 am: Fell asleep
3:43 am: Suddenly awoken to frantic "Mama's" screamed and sobbed by Matthew. Hurried as fast as my mostly asleep self could to his room. When asked what was wrong, Matthew replied that he called my name and I didn't reply so he started crying and screaming. When I asked what he needed, he replied he had to potty. He was so upset, that I had to let him sleep with me. Sigh.
7:30 am: Matthew wide awake and chipper. Me, not so much
8:30 am: Checked email and informed by lawyer that the first evil property management agency is probably sending me a letter. Sigh.
11:30 am: Cut finger on can lid.
12:01 pm: Checked email quickly and set closed laptop on corner of the coffee table. Stood up to read Matthew his 2 naptime stories, only to have closed laptop plummet off coffee table onto my socked foot. Man that laptop corner hurt. Within a minute 2 toes turning blue. Hop around trying not to scream curse words.
3:01 pm: Knock on door. Mailman with package and letters. One letter from evil property management agency. It was by far the nastiest letter I've ever received. I was so mad that I shook for 20 mins. Email lawyer.
4:00 pm: Outside with Matthew. He throws one fit after another about the difficulty of riding his toys in the lawn.
7:15 pm: Send Matthew to bed.
7:40 pm: Matthew begins hysterical crying and screaming that he can't sleep in his bed anymore, he has to sleep with me. Try comforting and rationalizing with him for 10 mins and give up because it makes no difference.
8:00 pm: Matthew comes to my bed where I'm trying to relax by reading.
8:15 pm: Phil talks to Matthew and he goes right to bed and sleeps there all night long.

It was a looooong day. And may I add it's a good thing it's not summer time because my pinkie on one foot is blackened and now 2 toes on the other foot are blackened.


Of course there were good parts to yesterday, like going to the library and getting the grocery shopping done within 2 hours. The laptop suffered no damage from my toes. The package was 2 container gardening books that I was able to buy with my Christmas cash, yea! But the best was Matthew finding marigold seeds and wanting to plant them.

Putting the seeds in. We found and planted some basil seeds too. (All from our plants outside.)

Mom, I have to really work the dirt.

We all had to smell the dirt, nice and earthy.

"Mama, my seeds are going to grow so fast!" He was still excited today and wanted water them some more. I sure hope something grows for him. It's still a little early in the season to plant stuff outside. I can't wait to plant stuff myself.

Aches and Puppy

I'm one big bundle of aches today. More muscles on my body are sore from my stair experiment. To top it off, I woke up in the wee hours of the morning with a fiery earache. I tell you, no luck at all. I haven't been able to hear out of my ear well all day, felt it need to pop all day, as well as being able to hear how strong my heartbeat is through it. Sigh. At least my heartbeat is good.

Matthew and I's only real accomplishment was getting Scamp to the vet for his shots. (Puppy is between 10 and 12 weeks old (no puppy teeth lost yet) and 22lbs. Matthew is around 25lbs, so I was wrong when I said the puppy outweighed him, but he sure feels like it! And they have no idea what kind of a dog he is, except big. Maybe lab mix they finally said.) I had loaded the car, with the puppy in the back, and started it before we went out, because it was so cold. When we walked outside, Matthew charged out and started calling, "Puppy!, puppy., puppy?" He was so deflated Scamp didn't come running and appeared to be gone. I kept trying to tell him that the puppy was already in the car, but he didn't seem to believe me. When we hopped out at the vet clinic, and I lifted the tailgate, Matthew breathed, "Puppy!" He was relieved to see the puppy was in fact, ok. Everyday when we come home from school, as soon as we start turning in, Matthew starts calling, "Puppy, puppy, puppy." If we are outside, Matthew acts annoyed with Scamp, but have the puppy inside and the boy is rolling all over him. Good thing the pup will be big! I guess you could say they like each other a little. Wink, wink.

The bright spot of the day was catching my Dad at DQ, to eat lunch unexpectedly. When we pulled up to the light by DQ and Pizza Hut, Matthew had started chirping, "Eat, eat!" Matthew refused to take a nap, so he refused supper, and went straight to bed. No cute pictures today, darn it! Tomorrow will be better in that department most likely.

Wrong way to travel down the stairs

"Back, back, back, rock, rock, rock" Matthew's version of Grandpa's famous tune that goes "Rock, rock, back and forth."

The 3 caps Matthew stacked. He was so proud he had to come say, "TADA!" Then we had to come admire them.

Trying to yank Grandpa's cap off the chair.

Piling the caps on our head.

The acorn hat returns...


It was an adventurous weekend for our family. Friday we had planned to spend the night at my parents, but Mom wasn't sure if she was getting sick or not. I erred on the side of caution and stayed home. Saturday we were supposed to get up super early and take off to see my one of my best friends, Audrey. At 6 am, I discovered it was snowing and decided to go back to bed, so I could see how bad it was in the light. By 8 am, I was discussing the situation with Mom (who felt fine) and almost decided not to go. Around 8:45 am, I decided it would be ok and flew around getting ready. By time we left the house, I should have already been to my friend's house. I dropped all the "kids" off with the grandparents and took off. I made it in time for lunch. (Thank goodness because I skipped breakfast in favor of speed.) We had a great time chatting, drinking our mandatory marg, and doing a little shopping. All too soon I had to leave. I made it in time to my parents for a slightly late supper. Matthew was finally feeling fit again and had a blast with them. Dad was so tickled by something Matthew did. It went like this: Matthew kept doing something he wasn't supposed to and Dad kept telling him no. After several go-rounds, Matthew went to do it again, only this time he looked at his Grandpa, shook his finger, and said, "No, no, no, no!"

We had a very peaceful evening and I put Matthew to bed around the normal time. About 10 pm I went to check on him and he was sitting up, so I brought him back down to cuddle. He chose to cuddle with his Grandma and fell back asleep. Close to 11 pm, I took him back up. The stairs creaking woke him up, so I decided it would be best to try and go back down quieter. This was a mistake. I put one foot on the edge of the step and went to take another step. Next thing I knew my little socked feet were sailing out from under me and I was going down. Then 3 mind numbing jars, as I bounced down another 3 steps, before coming to a halt. It felt like I sat there forever. This of course made much more noise than just walking down the stairs would have. In fact it sounded so bad to Matthew, he started crying. I limped down the rest of the stairs to meet both parents at the end. I managed to hurt one side of my rump, as well as the elbow on that side. I'd landed on it before, so it's super painful. On the other side of my body, I managed to catch my toe that I broke 3 1/2 years ago. It felt numb until I managed to limp back up the stairs to bed. Good grief. If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!

Today we hung out and Mom and I worked on some projects. One was an advent quilt we got 3 1/2 years ago and the other were jeans that needed mending (some for as long as maybe a year?) It was great to get my jeans mended. Matthew worked on being really cute and expanding his vocab. Here are the highlights: "I drop, uh-oh" This was repeated several times as he attempted to pick up the books he dropped. "I do teeth." Obviously he wanted to brush those teeth. Dad said, "Boo" to him and he put his finger to his mouth and said, "shhh." Dad worked with him on holding out his hands to caught a ball, but he would only hold out one and he used it to point. It was fairly ineffective. We'll keep working on it.

Hope everyone is staying warm. At least all of you not blessed with a beach nearly in the backyard! And everyone cheer, Phil scored a 98% on his first test! Yah!