We've been havin' a rough couple of days at the Julius's - Madison Chapter. Friday was an "absolute RockStar day." He stayed on the green light all day and was just an all around peach. So we headed into the weekend with high hopes. I kept my high hopes even after I had to remove him from gymnastics for not listening. And I
still maintained my sunny disposition in spite of Travis accidentally dropping him on Saturday evening. I was still lookin' at the world through rose colored glasses...until Sunday.
We went to the zoo and to lunch with Kari and Trevor and all was good. Then we got home and I tried to get him to take a nap. He was sparing me from a screaming fit, but he was by no means heeding my instructions to lay down. I told him he didn't have to sleep, that he could read a book or talk to Uno, but he did have to lay down on his bed. I closed the door and hung out in the kitchen for a couple minutes listening to him rolling around his room like a piece of heavy driftwood. I tired of that rather quickly, and went back in his room to remind him he needed to stay in bed and rest. I closed the door and went out to the garage to talk to Travis instead of stomping around the house being all irritated. At no point during this episode did I think to talk to Alex about not touching the dowel holding the window open. The window that is right next to his bed.
A couple minutes after I got out to the garage, I thought I could hear Alex crying, so I reluctantly headed back to the house assuming he was whining about having to nap. About three steps toward the house and I realized this was not a whining cry. He had absolutely hurt himself. I bolted into the house and threw open his bedroom door to find him kneeling on his bed, terrified and screaming, with his little wrist pinned between the window and the sill. He had pulled the dowel out and the 1920's wooden window had crashed down on his arm, and he couldn't get it out. So that was cool.
Poor kid, his face was soaked with tears and all blotchy from screaming so hard...ya know, while he was waiting for us to hear his painful shrieks from the garage we had retreated to in our frustration. But, silver lining? He was so exhausted from the ordeal that he fell asleep on my lap. So not only did he take a nap, but I had to sit and snuggle him for an hour. I couldn't get up and risk waking him, duh. Oh, the other good thing was that nothing was broken in his wrist. That was good too.
After he slept, all was well and we had some friends over. Things started out a little rocky with Hazel falling off a swing...twice. And then our neighbors came over. All three kids went into the playroom to get toys, and then headed outside giggling with excitement. So much excitement that the neighbor girl tripped over absolutely nothing, did a somersault and landed on the sidewalk with her face. Awesomesauce.
We had a little break from the mayhem on Monday. Alex had a rough morning. Rough enough that I got a text mid-morning asking if he had a particularly bad weekend...always reassuring. But, he had a great afternoon. Nobody injured themselves Monday night. Phew.
Aaaaand Tuesday. Alex had a horrendous day. So bad that I cannot believe his teacher didn't call me. Oh! It has been brought to my attention that perhaps I wasn't quite clear on my whole pulling him out of school thing. I meant to say that I am going to pull him out of school for the day. Let's not get crazy here and think I'm gonna stay home with this beast. Ha! Anywho, at the pinnacle of his craptastic behavior yesterday, he kicked wood chips at his teacher's face. I'm gonna let that sit there for a minute while and just revel in the amazement that he can be that much of an ass. Needless to say, I was furious when we left daycare.
I had to stop at the bank on the completely silent ride home. The teller sweetly asked if I only had one little one with me and she had two suckers in her hand. I said that yes, I did only have one, but we were not getting suckers today. She sheepishly put the suckers away and tentatively wished me a great afternoon. As I was pulling away from the window, Alex had the stones to ask me why I said we weren't getting suckers. I slammed on the brakes, whipped my head around and asked him just what about his behavior today made him think he was going to get a sucker?!!?!?! He responded with a barely audible "nothing" and lowered his head.
I wanted nothing more than to send him straight to his room for the rest of eternity when we got home, but I had agreed to help a friend pick up a tv stand...and then go to dinner. I hadn't 100% decided on dinner, but I did have to follow through on my promise for the tv stand. Alex kept himself in a very good mood, had perfect manners and was being super cute, so I decided to go to dinner.
We were done getting the tv stand a little earlier than when we were supposed to meet our other friends, so we took a detour to Old Navy because Alex has 1 pair of shorts and 2 tshirts. He continued being wonderful while we shopped. He was silly and well mannered. So I let him climb out of the cart to play with a soccer ball. The store was pretty empty, so when he asked if he could kick the ball a little I saw no harm. Apparently the slew of weekend injuries had been washed from my memory. He was about 15 feet away from me, chasing the ball when I heard a very loud crashing bang. I spun around as I heard his shrill scream a whole .2 seconds after the crash, only to see him holding his eyes in pain. Immediately it was clear what happened. He chased the ball and bent down quickly to pick it up and smashed the outside of his left eye socket on a low hanger rack sticking out. Luckily, it's only a little bruised. But it obviously really hurt and scared him, so he was crying very hard. And with one giant exhale, a gargantuan booger came flying out of his nose on a string of snot and slapped itself onto his cheek. So there I was trying to comfort him while also trying to desnot him. I got it off only to be faced with the fact that I then had snot all over my finger and nothing to clean it off. So...I wiped in on the bottom of my flip flop and went back to snuggling away the owie. Done and done.
I thought the owie storm had passed when we were making it out the door this morning without mishap. Alex got to the bottom of the back steps before he realized that he forgot he desperately needed to take his watering can in the car with him, duuuuuh Mom. I held the door open for him so he could get back into the mudroom to retrieve his prized gardening tool. Which is when he walked right into my lunch bag full of a zillion tupperware containers because heaven forbid he wouldn't have ten options for snacks when I pick him up. After he tried to blame me for him running into the bag, I heard him say, "Great...now
both my eyes hurt."
Here's to hopin things are on their way up.