Day Fifty-Two, Fifty-Three: All Thumbs Day
It's day fifty-two, and there are fifty-two cards in a deck, so I guess now we're ready to play! What game shall it be? Hearts? Poker? Spit? I have a feeling in our house, it's going to be a daily round of Fifty-Two-Card-Pick-Up. Remember that game? Smoke, smoke, fire!
I've gotten a little behind on the days. Day Fifty-Two has been eclipsed by Day Fifty-Three. But let me see if I can remember any details... Jeremy went to town to deliver eggs, and I had him drop a few plants off at my friend's house. She had left a few goodies for me too out on her "barter rock" by the driveway: an herbal medicine book, some tea, some of her dried rosemary and thyme, an herbal spray she made that smells amazing, and a movie I had loaned her a while back. Queen Pee gifted us some delicious banana bread. So many goodies.
Taiya has been so into Anne of Green Gables. We've been reading it anytime we get the chance. We came across one line, where Anne is talking about how much she loves her new dresses with puffed sleeves and flounces, and she says something like, "It's so much easier to be good when one is dressed fashionably!" I looked at Taiya, the fashion queen, and she she looked at me, grinned, and said, "You know it, Anne!" I laughed so hard I cried.
Day fifty-three was a bit more exciting. The day was kind of a struggle for me, the kids bickering and whining to do screen time after I made them put it away. In the afternoon I got them to come out on the porch and do a dance party. We were each picking different songs, and jumping around and shaking our tail feathers and having a good time. At one point they told me I was the sun, and they were the planets dancing around me. Taiya was Earth, but then William couldn't decide which planet he wanted to be, and so in spectacular five-year-old fashion, a meltdown ensued. The cause was so ridiculous I had a hard time keeping a straight face.
"How about Mercury?"
"No, it's not the right SIZE!!"
"Okay, how about Jupiter?"
"NO! It's even BIGGER!"
It was at exactly this moment that Jeremy, out in the yard working on a muscadine trellis, started cursing then came striding up the hill to the house holding his left hand in his right, blood pouring down his wrist. He shouted for me to clear a spot in the sink, so I shut the dance party music off (P!nk's Get This Party Started, to be precise), ran in and put all the dishes on one side, so he could have plenty of room to rinse out his wound. As soon as I saw it I started feeling all wooshy, but I got out gauze and tape, and Jeremy fiddled with it to see how deep it was. He was worried he cut a blood vessel since it was bleeding so much. William, meanwhile, was still wailing about planets. Jeremy walked over to where he was lying prostrate on the floor and said, "See this, William? I'm bleeding right now, so this is the bigger problem. I need you to chill out." The sight of Daddy bleeding did the trick, and he did indeed manage to calm down about his planetary woes. I called the emergency room to see if there was any prerequisite for us going in, like wearing a mask or something, and they just said, "Bring him on in!" So we loaded up the kids in the car with snacks, books, snuggle toys, and the iPad, and drove into town.
We ended up stopping at the nearest drop-in urgent care clinic instead of driving across town to the ER. Jeremy went inside, they gave him a mask to wear, and he waited. It was about an hour before the doc could see him. The doctor's seven-year-old son was at work with him and asked if he could watch his dad put stitches in, where Jeremy was fine with. I believe he said, "Sure, I have weird kids too." Jeremy hadn't cut his blood vessel, so it was just two stitches, some glue, and we were on our way.
While Jeremy was inside getting stitched up, we waited in the car. The kids were able to watch one show on the iPad before the WiFi from the doctor's office failed us. Then I let William play dinosaur games on my phone while I read Anne of Green Gables to Taiya. We got through several chapters before Jeremy came back, hand bandaged up in bright green tape. By that time, the adrenaline that had pumped through my system at the sight of him bleeding profusely had worn off, and he and I, at least, were worn out. When we got home we piled out of the car with the books, most of the snacks we packed, the snuggle toys, and I got the kids big bowls of ice cream as a way to end the sojourn on a positive note.
It was time to make dinner so I made rigatoni with kale and tomato sauce, an easy meal for a worn-out mind. I hope we don't have a repeat of day fifty-three in any way shape or form. It all turned out fine in the end, but I prefer forgettable days to scary ones.
I've gotten a little behind on the days. Day Fifty-Two has been eclipsed by Day Fifty-Three. But let me see if I can remember any details... Jeremy went to town to deliver eggs, and I had him drop a few plants off at my friend's house. She had left a few goodies for me too out on her "barter rock" by the driveway: an herbal medicine book, some tea, some of her dried rosemary and thyme, an herbal spray she made that smells amazing, and a movie I had loaned her a while back. Queen Pee gifted us some delicious banana bread. So many goodies.
Taiya has been so into Anne of Green Gables. We've been reading it anytime we get the chance. We came across one line, where Anne is talking about how much she loves her new dresses with puffed sleeves and flounces, and she says something like, "It's so much easier to be good when one is dressed fashionably!" I looked at Taiya, the fashion queen, and she she looked at me, grinned, and said, "You know it, Anne!" I laughed so hard I cried.
Day fifty-three was a bit more exciting. The day was kind of a struggle for me, the kids bickering and whining to do screen time after I made them put it away. In the afternoon I got them to come out on the porch and do a dance party. We were each picking different songs, and jumping around and shaking our tail feathers and having a good time. At one point they told me I was the sun, and they were the planets dancing around me. Taiya was Earth, but then William couldn't decide which planet he wanted to be, and so in spectacular five-year-old fashion, a meltdown ensued. The cause was so ridiculous I had a hard time keeping a straight face.
"How about Mercury?"
"No, it's not the right SIZE!!"
"Okay, how about Jupiter?"
"NO! It's even BIGGER!"
It was at exactly this moment that Jeremy, out in the yard working on a muscadine trellis, started cursing then came striding up the hill to the house holding his left hand in his right, blood pouring down his wrist. He shouted for me to clear a spot in the sink, so I shut the dance party music off (P!nk's Get This Party Started, to be precise), ran in and put all the dishes on one side, so he could have plenty of room to rinse out his wound. As soon as I saw it I started feeling all wooshy, but I got out gauze and tape, and Jeremy fiddled with it to see how deep it was. He was worried he cut a blood vessel since it was bleeding so much. William, meanwhile, was still wailing about planets. Jeremy walked over to where he was lying prostrate on the floor and said, "See this, William? I'm bleeding right now, so this is the bigger problem. I need you to chill out." The sight of Daddy bleeding did the trick, and he did indeed manage to calm down about his planetary woes. I called the emergency room to see if there was any prerequisite for us going in, like wearing a mask or something, and they just said, "Bring him on in!" So we loaded up the kids in the car with snacks, books, snuggle toys, and the iPad, and drove into town.
We ended up stopping at the nearest drop-in urgent care clinic instead of driving across town to the ER. Jeremy went inside, they gave him a mask to wear, and he waited. It was about an hour before the doc could see him. The doctor's seven-year-old son was at work with him and asked if he could watch his dad put stitches in, where Jeremy was fine with. I believe he said, "Sure, I have weird kids too." Jeremy hadn't cut his blood vessel, so it was just two stitches, some glue, and we were on our way.
While Jeremy was inside getting stitched up, we waited in the car. The kids were able to watch one show on the iPad before the WiFi from the doctor's office failed us. Then I let William play dinosaur games on my phone while I read Anne of Green Gables to Taiya. We got through several chapters before Jeremy came back, hand bandaged up in bright green tape. By that time, the adrenaline that had pumped through my system at the sight of him bleeding profusely had worn off, and he and I, at least, were worn out. When we got home we piled out of the car with the books, most of the snacks we packed, the snuggle toys, and I got the kids big bowls of ice cream as a way to end the sojourn on a positive note.
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| Kids eating ice cream, Jeremy with a bright green thumb. |
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