It's all because of this line:
I am a foolish, foolish woman.
Yesterday the first two children arrived home. We had a full schedule of homework, cub scout work, dinner making ahead. I had it all carefully orchestrated in my mind. (See how foolish?) Homework and cub scout stuff of child #2. Then the 2 littles would arrive home and we would work on their homework. (Really, I should have seen the disaster that lay ahead.) Then I would prepare dinner. Hubby home. Eat. And child #2 would go to cub scouts. I would then put the rest of the children to bed early.
All I can say is hahahahahahaha...
What really happened?
The first 2 children arrived home. They did their homework. Child #2 was heading upstairs with me to do cub scout thingies and whack! He backhanded his brother.
hmmmm... I never asked.
Child #1 was on the floor SCREAMING. Holding his EYE.
I ran over asking, "WHAT IS WRONG?"
I'm thinking, finger? Remembering the day before's broken finger. But NO.
BLOOD. DRIPPING. FROM. BETWEEN. HIS. EYELIDS.
His EYE people.
Now I don't know about you, but it freaked me the hell out.
So now I must determine where in his eye it was coming from.
We have a winner.
It came from his freaking EYEBALL.
And then the door bell rang.
It was child #2's den leader. No meeting. He's sick. Yeah, yeah, my child is BLEEDING. FROM HIS EYEBALL.
So I pushed the man out, laughed (Because it is funny. Really. A broken finger one day and a bleeding eyeball the next - funny stuff, my life.), called the doctor, gave him a paper towel to
We had to rush him in because the doctor had a meeting to go to.
I left child #2 at home, called my mother (thank GOD for her) to come over, called the husband and arrived at the eye doctors in the matter of about 7 minutes. This is also the approximate time the 2 littles were due home.
On the way there I laughed (a bit maniacally) much more and then apologized to the son. Then I laughed more. COULD. NOT. STOP. This is funny. Really. Oh, and he realized he could see fine at this point. He also said he was fine. No eye doctor needed. He's fine I tell you. To which I reply, "We shall have the doctor check it anyway because IT. IS. YOUR. EYEBALL."
And then we both laughed a little.
There are more funny bits but honestly? I need a break from the drama. I also need to shove the 2 littles onto the bus in 4 minutes and they will not get dressed.