The kind of day when I start to think, "It started all when that software install just didn't go the way it should have. Instead of an hour it took all damn day...NO WAIT! I take that back...when they didn't have mac n cheese in the cafeteria (they like, always do). They had cheesy potatoes that fooled me into thinking they were mac n cheese so that I'd wait in line for ten minutes only to go 'MEH. I DON'T WANT CHEESY POTATOES. I want mac n cheese.'"
Then it was "NO, NO WAIT - THERE'S MORE! It was getting to work and realizing I left the lunch I packed on the kitchen counter. Guess I'm paying top dollar for a mediocre lunch from the cafeteria. AGAIN." Only to tell myself, "No...if we're counting that, then we're counting the fact that Hubs took my car to work the night before. MY car with the heated seats and cassette player with an actual book on tape I'd been looking forward to continuing on my ride in to work. And my umbrella. And it was freakin' raining. AGAIN."
But the event that really kicked off this chain of events? Happened the night before.
Cuz, see, we'd been tricked into thinking our kids were actually sleeping. An hour or more had passed since we'd nestled them, all snug in their beds, and everything had been quiet. All of a sudden we heard Will talking.
Given that he's decided that lately its really supa cool to take off his PJs AND diaper lately, and sleep nekkid with his hands on his little baby junk (which is really not cool considering he's not yet completely potty trained) I sent dear Hubs in to check on the lad.
"OH MY GOD, COLLEEN. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO WILL'S FACE?!?"
My heart stopped beating and lept up into my throat. I threw my laptop aside and jumped over the basket of laundry that Hubs had suggestively placed by my feet. (Not THAT kind of suggestively. The "HEY! WOMAN! FOLD SOME DAMN LAUNDRY!" suggestively.)
In two steps I was in the boys' room and peering under the top bunk to see Will slowly sitting up. He turned to face us and I saw it - his entire face was dark red and blotchy. My mind started going 100 miles an hour.
I let out the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "He got a bloody nose and rubbed it around. That's all."
We chucked at each other, waking Nick up in the process. Hubs took the bloody sheets of the bed and I took Will to the bathroom to clean him up. (He sat on the toilet going, "No no! Owies!" shaking his finger, at himself, presumably.)
Sigh. In reality, it could have been so much worse. All the way around.
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