Apparently, Everybody Is In The Place.

I’m listening to The Prodigy’s Everybody In The Place (Fairground Edit) and it’s just techno with the words EVERYBODY IS IN THE PLACE repeated over and over. It’s kind of annoying. Techno is hit and miss with me, though I like listening to it when running dungeons in WoW.

 

Trenton had his stitches taken out yesterday. About ten days ago Lilly dropped a glass in the bathroom (why was she drinking juice in the bathroom? I dunno, I was mopping the dining room) and I swept and mopped in there and double checked to make sure I got it all. The shower curtain was closed and I didn’t even think to look in there at the time. That night, as I was getting ready to give them a bath, they dumped toy after toy into the tub while I got their PJ’s out. Once the tub was filled, Trent jumped in and started screaming. I saw a ton of blood pouring out from just below his knee. I pulled Lilly out and told her to get dressed while I pressed a washcloth to his wound while trying to get him dressed. He was screaming, she was screaming, I was telling her over and over to get some clothes on while struggling with him. I finally got him dressed and had to have him press the bloody towel on his wound while I got Lilly dressed because she had been running through the house, dripping wet from the tub and still naked, arms flailing and screaming, freaked out from her brother freaking out.

We arrived at the emergency room and I carried him in, Lilly clinging to my leg and we checked in. He was calm by now and was concentrating on keeping the washcloth pressed to his knee, one hand crammed down his pants to hold it. Once we were called back, he was shaking and starting to freak out again, his voice rising in pitch and becoming frantic. They cleaned him up and put some numbing gel on his knee and let it sit there to numb up for about ten minutes. His outlook on things suddenly took a turn for the better. That’s it?! This is awesome! But then they came back in. The doctor was very patient and explained everything she had and what she was going to do with it. I took Lilly to the corner of the room with her facing the wall so she wouldn’t see what was going on and freak out. Trent got nervous and started screaming DON’T LEAVE ME! So I came back over to him, held his hand with one hand and put her on my opposite knee facing my chest and held her with the other hand. D0c started putting the stitches in and he started screaming and shaking. Three separate people came in to see if the doctor needed help. She had to take one stitch back out and replace it, and he had three put in, so all in all he had four stitches.

After that, I thought taking the stitches out would be relatively easy but he had already experienced putting them IN and was sure taking them OUT would be nearly the same. I tried to calmly explain to him that it wasn’t the same, but it took four people to hold him down plus me holding his hand to get the stitches out. Lilly kept trying to leave the room whilst screaming because HE was screaming, so a doctor took her out of the room (it sucks being a single parent sometimes) and kept her occupied.

Once they were finished with the first stitch, he was all “hey, this isn’t so bad!” and was cool with it.

When we finished, the staff all left so he could get his pants back on. “Mom, I peed a little.” Also, “I am so proud of myself. I was SO brave.”

 

 

Kim

is in the place

Today, From Here.

My daughter Lilly, who is now 4 and a half (four and a half, guys, holy shit where did the time go?) said, “mamma, I love you more than one hundred and one applesauce cups.”

How awesome is that? Pretty awesome.

Trenton is 6 and a half. He’s full of energy and bouncing off the walls and I can barely keep up with him. I worry about his school work and his attention span. We sit down to do homework and it takes him HOURS because he says he can’t concentrate and he doesn’t finish his work he’s supposed to finish in class sometimes. I wonder where the line is where there’s a learning problem, if there’s ADD, or if he’s just 6 and a half and would rather be pretending to be a dinosaur. Because who wouldn’t?

I’m not sure my medication is helping, I need to make a new appointment with my shrink but sometimes just working up the nerve to call is panic inducing. Just to make an appointment. Sometimes I used to think with the right medication, I could get better. Now that I’ve been on several different kinds, I’m beginning to think that I’ll always be this way. When I was in Italy waiting to come back home to the states, the phrase “This too shall pass” got me through some rough patches. I’m not sure the depression will, I’ve been battling it since kindergarten. I used to see my depression as part of my creativity and that I could see things differently than other people, but now I just see it as a crippling illness that makes it hard to get out of bed in the mornings.

My mother came to visit me and brought me a treadmill and a big ass bag of candy. It’s like she’s saying work harder, monkey! I’ve used it a couple of times, but there’s a mysterious invisible piece of metal in the doorway to the basement (seriously, I’ve looked, I can’t find the bastard) and when I was going downstairs to do laundry, I ripped a huge chunk of my heel out. It’s just in the right spot where if I step down, it puts pressure on the wound and opens it up a little so I have to do this tiptoe limp thing around the house. The treadmill is officially on hold for now. This sucks, because I’m quickly approaching my heaviest weight ever. I am not amused.

My lease is up in May and I need to decide what to do from there. I’m not sure if this is the type of landlord that will let me go month to month after my initial lease is up or if I have to sign up for another year. It’s so hard to find a place in this town that’s a decent price for a three bedroom, and I’d like the kids to have their own rooms. It’s also hard to find one that is pet friendly and I have a three legged senior cat and Winston Churchill the wonder pug that I’d hate to part with. I’ve had Hobbles since before the kids were born, and she gets around pretty well with only three legs, but I don’t want to just get rid of her for the convenience of a three bedroom.

Kim,

Loves you more than 101 applesauce cups