Come on over anytime,
any day, just not today, and especially- not right now. My husband left this morning before the crack of dawn and the day has just gone from silly to gross to exhausted in one fail swoop!
We made it out the door roughly only five minutes late for the last day of the year for the younger children of
home school classes. Everyone was excited about the plays that they had, about just finishing up the year (not the actual HOME portion of schooling but the outside classes)... so we managed to get out the door and in the car with everyone and everything that we need, no tears or melt downs. It was going to be a good day.
For the most part, now that I sit reflecting upon today, it was a good day- but a gross day! I am not sure what is with my family today, maybe the added silly/giddiness of the day just brought out the
nasty's or what.
So I get to school and notice that the daily nail clipping I am doing on Lena isn't getting me anywhere. She has a bit of eczema and it must be itchy because she has some scratches on her face, poor baby. I managed to find 2o
mins at the end of the school day before the kids got out of class to run over to the drugstore to buy some special wash and cream for her. Then
Kika reminded me of the baby gloves that I have that I needed to put on her days ago and I would have gotten to avoid the nail clipping. Silly me! These were something that I rarely used in the past so who would have thought.
No gross things at school... but then on the way home from school the van just smelled like crap. I mean like a bigtime poop in the van. I thought perhaps it was from the cow farms that we were passing but telling from the giggles in the back seat- I knew that it was my lovely delightful children stinking up my breathing space with smiles on
their faces. Typically the rule is that if you need to pass gas you need to go to the bathroom or somewhere where people are not, however, in the car, that is hard to do. At least they held it all day at school. We had a special treat of
McDonald's for dinner last night (which we don't often do) and I think that was the culprit of the stench. Sick.
So we are home, putting stuff away, kids go outside to play and a tattler comes in to tell me that one of the children is hiding in the bushes with an itchy butt. What the heck? Come on guys! Let's go in the bathroom to butt scratch, I mean please! I am sure that you are thinking at this point, now why in the world would she blog about something like this? But really folks, come on, you know these things happen in your households, and someday this day will be filled with memories that I can use to share with my kids! :)
So I call the scratchy inside and ask them what is going on. "I don't know Mom, it itches SO bad." OH no... we all know that scratchy is a nail biter, PIN WORMS! NO!!! (No lice, no pin worms, no fleas, no spider bites, no ticks, please, no car repairs, no yard work, no dead animals, these things MUST be reserved for weekends when you father is home! Didn't you get the memo?)
So since I had been warning scratchy for many a months about the pin worms and fingers in the mouth deal (side note: my home is very clean and I own stock in antibacterial hand soap)- we had another long talk about the worm possibility. Scratchy went and took a long shower and spent some time clipping the old nails and putting some cream on the culprit. Then hours later, it wasn't scratchy any longer, and scratchy was downing another banana... I am on the phone with
Kika and realize that Scratchy no longer has pin worms, but maybe a
ROID! I dig through the arsenal (I not not kidding) of creams and concoctions and find some anti-itch
vaginal cream... hand it to daughter to pass to scratchy ( we already had a family meeting about moving the organic cleaner to the back of the cupboard and putting the bleach,
lysol and
KILLZ ALL forward for the next few days until we can remedy the FUNK so the butt itch now is a family issue that we are all fighting to help poor scratchy, we work and play together always). So I see the
vaginal... well butts and in the nether region like the female parts so if its
OK for the female bits it has to be
OK for the rear deal as well right? The kids are now roaring, including scratchy at the right of the wording on the tube.... "Just please, go soak in the tub and use the cream! Mom will buy the
right stuff tomorrow".
(Note to self- use electrical tape over tube of goo next time you want the children to use something that includes any reference to private parts.)
One crises diverted.
Let me just interject a side note here- Bean has had a terrible rash on her bottom that we have been battling for days- so throw that in the mix, its just a lot of bottom issues going on here!
And can Dominick pull his pants up any higher? This is like a freak show seriously. (And he thinks he is SO funny.)
RING RING....
It's the phone. Photographer from the local paper, wants to come take pictures tomorrow...
OK. They are doing a story about the Medical Advocacy Team, its a photo driven story kind of telling the whole story how it came to be, about
Kika and her family, and my family, Jean Alex and Lena. So they had already come twice (reporter) and once for an entire day (photographer) and they will come tomorrow to spend the day with us again to take more pictures. (I love having my picture taken NOT. I even went as far to say, "please don't include any wide arse shots of me in the paper". I am desperate folks. I like to remain incognito.)
Smell. Sniff.
Ewww. WHO IS THAT?
"Cole, please light a candle behind the sink!"
I start looking around my house, at my children, at what needs to happen before tomorrow. At the little things that only I who look at the tiny nuances of my home and my children and think of all that needs to get accomplished! David- the skin, please let's go and wash- right now- get the "on the spot" treatment going overtime. He rushes off and point out what his hair greasiness has been doing to his neck. Meanwhile Lauren is putting his hair in a ponytail and he winces and complains and we slather the acne treatment on his neck when he spouts off "oh, sorry, I forgot to put on deoderant today."
What is with this day? The smells, the grossness.
The nail clippers come out and are passed in a fury around the family and the hand wash is pumped and pumped for some more "DOUBLE ABC's" today on the hand washing kids! (You know, they say to do the ABC's and that's how you know you have washed long enough.)
Leishan calls, she got a new job- she needs a ride to take a "pee" drug test tomorrow for her new Target job! (Ok- I will take you Lei, photographer in tow, for your urinalysis- bring on the body fluids!)
So please feel free to come over, anytime, anyday, just not today. And hopefully tomorrow will be a better day with a clean home, smell good children, a better rested Mother, and not one mention of bowels, bottoms, vaginas, pits, rashes, roids, worms, scratching, moistness, or stink.
Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
The Zoo Keeper