It's funny . . . I often find myself sitting down to write on a day that has been either a real button pusher, stressful, or a day that I have had ice cream for lunch. Blogging is a good outlet for me. Plus I can't type and eat at the same time so that's good for me too. I was never a stress eater but I am now. I'm glad I walk a lot. Although, this past week we went for a walk and I realized when we got home from our three mile stroll that my youngest had taken her shoe off and threw it in someone's front yard without me noticing. This led me to do the same walk all over again in search of her shoe. Luckily, I found it. This also led me to eat a large bowl of ice cream after dinner that night. Six miles in one day made it okay in my eyes. Honestly, I've had a lot of ice cream this week, and I have a lot to write about.It all started on Monday. My husband and I have not been out alone in a long time. The last time was before Christmas to go shopping for our kids. To make a long story short, I am a die hard Rolling Stones fan and tickets for their upcoming Boston show were going on sale that day. The perfect date!! I set up my laptop on the kitchen island while I played some Stones tunes. I brought in my kids' big pop up ball tent along with the 200 mini balls that go along with it to keep them occupied during my attempt to get these tickets. My oldest started yelling "I don't like this music. I don't wan't to listen to the Rolling Yuckers." Or maybe it was the "Yucky Stones". I can't really remember because I didn't want to hear it. I told her she should like The Rolling Stones because after I went to the concert she and her sister were going to be sporting some nice new t-shirts with tongues on them. She did like the idea of that since she loves my Rolling Stones t-shirt collection. After all, she did convert me to be a Bieber fan . . . so I believe there is still hope. Then, after about 45 minutes trying to get these tickets my youngest had resorted to throwing the balls at my head. I was a crazy lady, glued to my laptop and my kids were getting bored. The only tickets I could get my hands on were $547 A PIECE! As sad as I was, I had to let them go. Who the hell spends that much money on concert tickets and affords diapers too? Not me. I apologized to my kids for the fact that they have a groupie for a mother, and tried to make the best of the rest of the day.
In comparison to the turn of events that were about to unveil themselves that day not getting Rolling Stones tickets was a very minor occurrence. Monday was the day that the bombings occurred at The Boston Marathon. I so badly wanted to be glued to my TV to see what was going on but, for my kids' sake, I couldn't be. Instead, I spent the rest of the day glued to my smart phone for updates, I was clearly shaken up. So shaken up in fact that I actually dropped a glass bowl on the floor while making dinner.
The very next night my youngest tripped over a balloon and hit her head hard on the edge of our fireplace. If I hadn't worked with kids in the past and seen them take some hardcore diggers I would have rushed her to the emergency room stat. I watched her closely and didn't sleep well that night. I spent most of it checking in on her. I was nervous but pretty confident that she did not have a concussion. She did get her bump checked out the following morning at the doctors office. I wish I could say that we were there for a routine visit but, sadly, that was not the case. Remember that glass bowl I broke? Well, apparently, my sweeping several times as well as vacuuming several times did not do the job. My youngest found a tiny piece of glass and sliced her finger open. For 20 minutes straight I applied pressure and frantically tried to get the bleeding to stop from the gash. I was unsuccessful. I called the doctor's office and then called my husband in tears. I had held it together for too long and I just broke down. I'll fess up, I called my mother in tears too.
I'm happy to say that Charlotte's finger was okay and they opted not to stitch due to the location of the injury. The bump on her head was okay too. She had just been there one week prior to this for double ear infections, they checked her ears as a follow up. Those looked good as well. It's been a rough two weeks for her but she is finally on the mend.
By Thursday night I just wanted a break. You know the type of break where you go out with your girlfriends and post a picture of yourself drinking a fancy Martini and title it "WooOooT, Mama's night out!!" (Maybe it's just me ;), ha!) This does not happen often but when it does I always find myself posting a picture on my personal facebook page of the one drink I order and then spend the rest of the night talking to my other mom friends about our kids. Let me tell you, those are some of the best conversations! I opted not to go anywhere though. Bed just seemed like a better option.
Friday was a new day and I woke up to more tragic news. The bombing suspects were on the loose causing more chaos and the city of Watertown and surrounding cities and towns were on lock-down. This included the city my husband works in. He was forced to stay home that day which was honestly just what we all needed. We were feeling so sad for everyone effected by the marathon bombings and tense and nervous about the bombers being at large. We were all safe at home with no plans, we all ate ice cream and later that night the news was in that we no longer had to worry. Boston was safe. Boston Strong.
It's days like Friday that remind me how lucky I am. I have the best kids and a wonderful husband. Even though after this week I plan to start a serious diet, I'm still smiling. And for those times I cheat with ice cream, I've always got the kid who likes to kick off her shoes and chuck them on people's lawns for that extra motivation!
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