Kevin, who laughed about my day, thought it was noteworthy, so here we go. It started nicely with both boys behaving well and nothing really out of the ordinary, then we went to a Relief Society meeting. While there, Ricky was bitten twice by his little friend, each time coming for me to kiss his owie better. Shortly before the meeting ended, I stopped Ricky from climbing on the back of a sofa and noticed strange marks on the cushion. Then I saw that his toe was bloody. I apologized to my friend and cleaned up his toe, letting him down again. Then I noticed more blood on my pant leg. Well, in short, I was applying pressure to a toe on one foot when the wound was actually on the opposite foot bleeding all over my jeans. When the meeting was finally over, Ricky headed out the door before me. He headed to a big rock pile in the yard. Not concerned, I brought Billy out, set him on the lawn, and went to grab Ricky. Just before I got to him, he took off to the backyard, behind the house, into the next door neighbors’ yard, and straight to their playhouse (it was a good haul since their yards are on one acre lots). Watching him run with the tissue I’d wrapped around his toe, made him look like he had toilet paper trailing behind his shoe.
I finally rounded him up and got him into the car and prepared us to come home. Four failed attempts at starting the car later, I hitched a ride home with my friend, Shanae. The car has done this before, just grinding and not starting, but then starting right up a little bit later. It was lunch and nap time, so we just left the car there. Once I got home, Ricky was tired and hungry, so I left Billy in his car seat and got Ricky settled in his high chair with some food. Then I turned to Billy, who was whimpering, I assumed he was just hungry. No. I picked him up and he had exploded out of his diaper all over himself and the car seat. With a sigh, I headed up to the bathroom to clean him up. Just after unsnapping the poopy clothes, the power went out. At 1 pm, this isn’t usually a problem, but the only room in our home without a window is that bathroom and I have a baby covered with poop sitting on the counter. I just shook my head and as carefully as I could, removed the clothes and just started wiping Billy all over with wet wipes, hoping I was removing the doodie. Many wipes later, I had a fresh diaper on and a new onesie and the lights came back on (out for a total of 5 minutes, what are the chances!). I went down to Ricky who had been very good to this point and still had food on his plate, so I began feeding Billy. Ricky finished before his brother and, being tired and clumsy, dumped the remnants of his lunch on the floor. Another sigh.
Ricky went down easily for his nap and I got Billy settled down. Just as things were calming down for me, although I was still in my blood stained jeans, my visiting teachers stopped by. I almost laughed out loud when they asked if they could help with anything! It was just one of those days. Oh, and yeah, the car started up with no problems when Kevin and I went to get it after he came home from work. It doesn’t stop there . . . other fun, fun happenings: my laptop computer is dying a painful death, I rocked over Ricky’s fingers while I was in our banana chair, Billy was sad all afternoon (sleeping, but making sad faces and noises like he was having a bad dream), and Ricky, again tired and clumsy before bedtime, fell down a few stairs. Some days are just like that, huh.