Wow! It’s been a while since I’ve written. I’m pretty sure I don’t have to explain why. Things have been chaotic, to say the least. People keep asking me if we are all settled in and my answer is always, no.
It’s only be two weeks.
The truth of the matter is that life does not stop because you move into a new house. Kids still have to go to school, sports, and CCD. Clothes need to be washed, dinners made, and children supervised. I know there are those women out there, like my son’s over achieving first grade teacher, who get it done. She told me she remembers staying up until two in the morning stripping wall paper, when she first moved into her house many years ago.
Yeah, I am not one of those people.
Or, maybe, I would have been one of them had I had kids in my early twenties, but I wasted that energy staying out all night partying and then getting up to go to work five hours later, rather on what I probably should have used it for, having kids. Because I just don’t have that kind of stamina anymore. My all nighter days are long gone.
Now, my nights are filled with much coveted (and needed) sleep and my days consumed with rug shopping. We moved into a house with all hard wood floors, which makes me happy, but, also means that in order to achieve some sort of homey feeling, I need to buy some area rugs. Something we didn’t need when we lived in a house with wall to wall carpeting, and something we couldn’t afford when we lived in previous houses that had wood and tile floors.
Of course, I didn’t have Home Goods back then, either, which is where I have purchased three of my rugs, so far. One for the den, two for the boys’ rooms, and this one in Little Lady’s room. This is where a picture should have been, followed by me telling you my ideas for her room, complete with inspiration photos. But, then, I took a break from the computer, to set up her doll house and do some laundry. I don’t think I stepped away from her for more than two seconds when she came to me, looking terrified, holding her throat, to tell me she had just swallowed a little purple thing.
“What do you mean a little purple thing? You swallowed something?” I said, my voice rising.
“Yes,” she squeaked in her little chipmunk voice.
I have no idea in holy hell what my little girl swallowed. It could have been a plastic marble, it could have been a bead, which she is the story she’s selling since I planted it in her head, when I was desperately trying to figure out what she put in her mouth.
I called poison control. The man who answered was less than helpful. I think he said something like, well I can’t tell you what she swallowed, followed by, nothing much to do now, but wait and see. Really??
So, I called my doctors office, who started me down a bad path, saying things like, are you sure she didn’t swallow a battery? Well, no. I suppose I can’t be 100% sure, but she did say it was purple. Well are there any backs missing to toys? Are you kidding me lady? I’d be hard pressed to find a toy that had a back to it. Do you think it was a bead? Can you find the necklace and see if it broke? Listen, I don’t even know if there was a necklace, and if there was, I haven’t seen it in over a month. Don’t make me paint the picture of how bad things really are in my house, right now! Prescription drugs? We don’t have any. But then, I started thinking, Advil? Could I have dropped one? Could that kill her? OMG!! Why did I call the stupid nurse!! I like the ignorant poison control operator so much better.
After conferring with the doctor, the nurse also gave me the same advice as poison control. So, now, we wait and see and hope she poops out a little plastic purple thing.