If you were to ask me how my weekend went, I would say it was dreamy. And I would mean it. Friday Mr. One took the family to a cute little pizza place on the other side of town. I spent Saturday at a lovely baby shower for a dear old friend. Mr. One not only babysat BOTH children, he took them to a street festival and dressed the Princess in adorable ethnic garb. Church on Sunday was particularly nice, and we snuck out a bit early to go to a beautiful garden party with a bunch of old colleagues. Dreamy, right?
...And then I might remember that our family pizza date ended with a looooong Metro ride home, (since I lost my car keys, which are still -- and probably will remain forever -- missing). And that all the tourists were giving us the stinkeye for having our kids out that late. And then, on Sunday afternoon, Princess H found, and ate, a mother lode of laxitives. Which necessitated a trip to the ER, a big dose of activated charcoal, several hours of "observation" and more landry than I want to see for the rest of my life. (I know you're wondering, She's totally fine, though I may need counseling to get over a) my guilt that the kid ate something so awful while ostensibly under my/our supervision, and, b) witnessing (and cleaning up) the combined fallout from that much Dulcolax and that much charcoal. Not pretty. Not pretty at all.
But, even with my memory jogged, and with a full awareness of the lingering messes (new key/fob for the Volvo? $250. Normalized toddler GI tract? Not yet....), I'm still calling this one a net positive. I'm so grateful that all my important stories have happy endings. And I'll pick a full life over a tidy life any day of the week.
...And then I might remember that our family pizza date ended with a looooong Metro ride home, (since I lost my car keys, which are still -- and probably will remain forever -- missing). And that all the tourists were giving us the stinkeye for having our kids out that late. And then, on Sunday afternoon, Princess H found, and ate, a mother lode of laxitives. Which necessitated a trip to the ER, a big dose of activated charcoal, several hours of "observation" and more landry than I want to see for the rest of my life. (I know you're wondering, She's totally fine, though I may need counseling to get over a) my guilt that the kid ate something so awful while ostensibly under my/our supervision, and, b) witnessing (and cleaning up) the combined fallout from that much Dulcolax and that much charcoal. Not pretty. Not pretty at all.
But, even with my memory jogged, and with a full awareness of the lingering messes (new key/fob for the Volvo? $250. Normalized toddler GI tract? Not yet....), I'm still calling this one a net positive. I'm so grateful that all my important stories have happy endings. And I'll pick a full life over a tidy life any day of the week.
Good gravy. Well, at least everyone is okay and you got colorful "new" shoes courtesy your in-house artist Princess H. All-in-all, pretty dreamy.
ReplyDeleteHang in there and if you need a place to escape to you're welcome at mine any time.
You know, I've heard boring is really underrated thoguh... <3
ReplyDeleteMy first thought ... Too cute!!! I LOVE the dress! Princess H look so happy as does her daddy!
ReplyDeleteThe unfortunate ER visit happens. I remember being her age and drinking paint thinner my mother had put in a water glass and left on the counter she thought was too high up for me to access. We went to the Doctor and I have no remembrance after seeing a lot of tubing in a scary looking room. Really. I can't remember it. But ... I began checking the nose on any beverage before taking a taste after that. The bad news is that this is probably not your last close call. However, I love the way you look at it and agree, a net positive at the rap up.
As for the metro trip: I think it is our civic duty to, occasionally, give our neighbors something to talk about. It keeps their lives from being too mundane. Idle minds, well you know. You were just being community minded, that's all.