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Aug. 25th, 2012 05:36 pmLife is weird, right? So last night I did enough research and enough talking with another interested party (Grant) that I ended up feeling ok about Aaron. We also cuddled with him extensively, which still makes Aaron stupid-happy; he grins and blushes and laughs spontaneously and generally writhes in ecstasy, it's adorable and has been his reaction to us both giving him affection since toddlerhood.
And then this wart Jake's had on the back of his foot for months got bumped the wrong way (for the second time in a few hours), and wouldn't stop bleeding, and there were trails all over the house, saturated bandaids, pressure wasn't working, and we took him to the emergency room.
Ah, parenthood.
At least a bleeding wart is something they can handle here at our local hospital, like the bug Ananda had in her ear after a beach trip a couple of months back. Stupid hospitals. I guess if we had one kid one trip to the ER per year might not seem TOO crazy but this is just getting ridiculous.
This was the most triggering of our hospital trips with kids this year, for me, because a guy in surgical scrubs brought in one of those surgery lamps and I had to stand there trying not to twitch or pretend I had to pee as an excuse to leave, while I comforted Jake.
BUT! It's kind of awesome, because for "most triggering," it really wasn't bad at all, which makes me think I'm either doing awfully great with all this, or I'm in denial and the emotional fallout will happen next week.
YOU NEVER KNOW!
Anyway, there is a hurricane afoot, and we are going about gathering candles, batteries, flashlights, etc and clearing all the toys and small plant pots and things off our deck and Grant is putting up shutters that turn our house into a dark and cozy surreal sort of microcosm. We're all eating delicious leftovers - the pineapple upside down cake from last night, and strawberry chocolate muffins from the day before, and the lentil soup full of chicken sausage from 3 days ago - as we go about tying bicycles together and securing them to columns, and putting all the scrap wood in the shed. Om and oy. This is the kind of vague and wishy washy hurricane where you know you are probably doing everything for absolutely no reason, but by golly you might regret it, if you don't!
Their school and mine are closed, Monday, and Ananda and Aaron's sleepover as well as Aaron's GMYS auditions, have been rescheduled for next weekend.
And then this wart Jake's had on the back of his foot for months got bumped the wrong way (for the second time in a few hours), and wouldn't stop bleeding, and there were trails all over the house, saturated bandaids, pressure wasn't working, and we took him to the emergency room.
Ah, parenthood.
At least a bleeding wart is something they can handle here at our local hospital, like the bug Ananda had in her ear after a beach trip a couple of months back. Stupid hospitals. I guess if we had one kid one trip to the ER per year might not seem TOO crazy but this is just getting ridiculous.
This was the most triggering of our hospital trips with kids this year, for me, because a guy in surgical scrubs brought in one of those surgery lamps and I had to stand there trying not to twitch or pretend I had to pee as an excuse to leave, while I comforted Jake.
BUT! It's kind of awesome, because for "most triggering," it really wasn't bad at all, which makes me think I'm either doing awfully great with all this, or I'm in denial and the emotional fallout will happen next week.
YOU NEVER KNOW!
Anyway, there is a hurricane afoot, and we are going about gathering candles, batteries, flashlights, etc and clearing all the toys and small plant pots and things off our deck and Grant is putting up shutters that turn our house into a dark and cozy surreal sort of microcosm. We're all eating delicious leftovers - the pineapple upside down cake from last night, and strawberry chocolate muffins from the day before, and the lentil soup full of chicken sausage from 3 days ago - as we go about tying bicycles together and securing them to columns, and putting all the scrap wood in the shed. Om and oy. This is the kind of vague and wishy washy hurricane where you know you are probably doing everything for absolutely no reason, but by golly you might regret it, if you don't!
Their school and mine are closed, Monday, and Ananda and Aaron's sleepover as well as Aaron's GMYS auditions, have been rescheduled for next weekend.
