I knew that yesterday was going to be a long day at home for two reasons: 1) it was overcast, and 2) we had nothing planned. I try to avoid days like this, but I thought we could use a lazy day just to hang out here… I would get a few little projects done while the girls enjoyed each other’s company. Right.
I did make it a goal to run to Target and get a few essentials, and we finally made it there by 1:00. Usually I make it a point when I’m going with both girls in tow to only buy things that require no pre-purchase thought. These trips are not a time for doing price comparisons or label-reading or product research. However, when we got to the medicine aisle where I needed to get some allergy medicine for the preschooler I got all thrown off by the number of different brands and flavors. And, while I was focusing intently on labels and trying to decide whether or not it was OK that the box technically said “For children ages 6 and up,” the Toddler was busily people-watching.
About that time an older lady and her husband came up and started browsing the same area. Apparently, the lady put reading glasses on before she started studying labels. Well, the Toddler began loudly and incessantly asking, “Why that lady put her glasses on? Huh, Mommy? Why that lady wear glasses?” I, of course, was too busy asking the Preschooler if she wanted cherry berry or bubblegum flavor medicine to answer the Toddler. But, finally, the lady herself said, “Honey, I have to wear glasses because I’m old and I can’t see.” Well, that got the Toddler to hush in a hurry. Imagine the embarrassment. A member of the public spoke directly to her. She rode around in the buggy for the next ten minutes in silence with her head down. {If only that lady could have accompanied us on the rest of our shopping excursion…}
As usual, the Preschooler was entertaining herself, this time by making faces, completely unaware that an embarrassing dialogue had taken place in the front seat of the buggy…
By the time we drove home the Toddler had fallen asleep in the car. So, I transferred her to bed and told the Preschooler I thought we should both lie down on the couch downstairs and take a power nap. About twenty minutes later as I dozed in and out of sleep, I heard a loud snore {hence the allergy medicine} that sounded strangely close to my head. That’s when I turned over to see the Preschooler sound asleep lying head down in between the back of the couch and the pillow. Apparently we weren’t close enough for her taste, so she had climbed up on this perch to get comfortable…
So, I gave up on my power nap and decided to take advantage of the pocket of afternoon down time to catch up on bills, email, etc. And, it’s a good thing I did so because the girls required some intense refereeing the rest of the day.
The Toddler got a set of fairy figurines for her birthday that she loves. But, yesterday, Tinkerbell got a little out of hand and one of her flights turned violent. As it turns out, Tinkerbell is a Stinkerbell. And, her wings are a force to be reckoned with. Here is the aftermath of the fairy’s frightening flight…
It’s just like she was stricken by a cat’s claw. I, of course, reprimanded the Toddler for using {S}Tinkerbell as a weapon, but the Preschooler would not forgive and forget easily. She just saved her retaliation for later in the evening when she would {“accidentally”} bust the Toddler’s lip with the ottoman that sits next to her rocking chair. So, bleeding, bruising and much crying ensued. And, bedtime was delayed for an ice down of the Toddler’s swollen lip.
At long last, we got both girls down for the night, and I was so relieved. I relaxed on the couch with the Spouse for a few minutes, then packed lunches, de-cluttered a few areas, and started to head upstairs just before midnight when… our house alarm went off at a startling volume. In my excitement about going to bed I had forgotten to hit the all-important “motion off” button. I managed to run to the keypad and punch in our code {and take the phone call from the company that monitors the alarm} before it woke the girls up, but it took a good thirty minutes before my heart-rate returned to normal.
Naturally, I woke up this morning hoping today would go much better. But, I began having my doubts when as we were getting ready for preschool the Toddler somehow fell down the stairs, flipping TWICE before landing on her bottom at the base of the stairs. Miraculously, she only suffered minor injury to one hand. Thank goodness little bodies are more resilient than big bodies.
I sure hope the preschool teachers believe the stories they’re going to hear today about all these scratches, bumps, and bruises. And, let’s hope this afternoon proves to be much less exciting…
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