Life hasn't really knocked me down, but sometimes it decides to stick it's finger less than an inch from my face and play the I'm not touching you game. There are no major long term effects, but just the right amount of torture and irritation to make you crazy. Lack of sleep seems to be the common theme of all my mini disasters this week. When my brain is fully refreshed, it notices all the HUGE warning signs before trouble happens. Without sleep, I am just a super moron!
Who ya gonna call??? Nobody, you idiot!
In my defense, I barely got any sleep the night before. There were not one but two middle of the night bed wetting and sheet changes. Then Nathan woke me up early! Your brain would be slow too!
Later that morning, I needed to get a shower and the kids wanted to play with shaving cream. They love to play with it so I thought, "great, I'll put it on the table and they will be completely entertained while I'm in the shower!" *coughs* Idiot! *coughs* I ran upstairs and put my phone behind the bathroom sink faucet. YEAH! Then I went to my room to grab my clothes. I decided to, for once in my life, put a little effort into it and ironed my shirt. While I was ironing, I heard Nathan coming up the steps and thought nothing of it. I went back to the bathroom and saw a little blob of shaving cream on my phone. I picked it up to wipe it off and noticed a few drops on the screen too. Better wipe those off! Don't want them to make it hard to scroll down my screen. I tried to unlock my screen to check for texts and it was all demon possessed! I pulled off my case and there was water inside. Nathan must have bumped my phone while he was washing his hands. I completely panicked! I needed to call Stephen to ask him what to do, but we don't have a land line!!! I threw some rice in a bag and shoved my phone in it. I thought I should try and open it and take out the battery and wipe the inside, but I couldn't figure out how to open it. I freaked out for about 10 minutes and then decided to run to the verizon store. I packed us all up into the van. We looked all haphazardly put together. My ironed shirt was all wrinkled and I think Nathan was wearing boots!?! Syd's hair was definitely not brushed, but I was not in a good place to tackle that battle. I held up the baggy of rice like a crazed lunatic and asked if there was any way to save it. The poor unfortunate salesperson, calmly told me that the chances weren't good and then he tried to help me. I didn't know the account number or password. I couldn't remember when my last upgrade was. I was stumbling when I was trying to remember my own phone number. He offered their phone to call someone but, I couldn't get any numbers because they were all on my phone. There are only 4 numbers that I can remember! [go ahead and make fun of me] I of course remember my parents' home number from growing up. I know my mom's work number but not the extension (probably from all the times I called to tattle on someone as a kid!) I remember my friend's parents' number. Great, I can call to ask if Bec can play! Finally, I remember the number to a local pizza shop because it's one number off from Bec's parents' number and my mom used to accidentally call the wrong one! After the salesperson looked at me look for a bit, expecting some sort of response, I mumbled something about going to my husband's work and coming back later, and fled the scene. I threw the kids in the car and sobbed all the way to my parents house where I could look Stephen's number up in the church directory and give him a call.
To cut the rambling short (ish), in the end, I had an upgrade available and Stephen came back with me to help me get a new phone. The same salesperson was there and I think I looked a lot less crazy.
What could go wrong?
It was about 30 minutes before I had to go to work. The kids really wanted to go outside. I decided to let Syd ride her bike around the block while I pushed Nathan in a stroller. Trying to be a good mom! Get them outside! I noticed that Syd's one training wheel had shifted a little bit. I thought, "No problem! I'll just kick it back in place!" What? That doesn't sound stupid? I was wearing flip flops and not the thick, sturdy kind but the flimsy walmart pair. I kicked it once and thought maybe I shouldn't do this, but then decided this saved time. Got in two kinda good kicks and went for one more hard kick to get it in place. I totally slipped and sliced my toe. I sliced it on the rusty screw. CRAP! RUSTY! When the heck was my last tetanus shot?? So I had to drag the kids back into the house and call the doctor. The last one they had recorded was 1999. Crap! They told me to just quick come in and they would give me a shot *whispers liars* before work. The doctors office is in the opposite direction from work, but close to my In Law's house. While Nathan was screaming about wanting to go in the stroller, I dialed my mother in law and handed the phone to Syd. I told her to tell Nana that I had to get a shot and that I was going to drop the kids off at their house instead of them coming here. I started grabbing diapers, sippy cups, shoes, and an extra car seat. It was total mass chaos. I got to the doctors and was handed like 40 papers to fill out since I hadn't been there in a long time and they took my picture for.... my file or I don't even know why! What happened to this quick drive by shot?? The nurse then told me that she needed to get approval by a doctor since I haven't been to their office in a long time. SO SORRY! I WILL TRY TO GET SICK MORE OFTEN! She also said she wanted them to make sure it wasn't infected. I just cut it less than an hour ago! After another 10 minute wait. The nurse saw the doctor and she said yes to the shot right away. Then she looked up and saw my unruly children. She asked me if I got the whooping cough shot in the hospital after Nathan was born because tetanus is in that shot combo. Then she asked if they asked me that before they had me come into the office. AH, NOOO! I was pretty sure that I got the shot then, it's hard to remember much from that day. I pushed out an 8 lbs 3oz baby with no epidural! Anyways, I already wasted so much of my time, I got it just to be safe! I threw the kids in the car. Flew to my in law's house and practically threw my kids and diaper bag at their grandpa and left. I don't think that I explained anything. All they had to go on was what Syd told them while Nathan was screaming in the background. I think I cried during about 75% of my extra long commute to work! I could not believe that I did that and that I was going to have to rush around at work while every freaking step in my clog was going to rub against my cut! I usually don't get hurt bad, but I always manage to injure myself in just the right spot!
And the moral of all this, when you are sleep deprived you should probably just stay inside and watch lots of tv ;)
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