I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Our life is pretty plain, and I'm grateful it's that way. But this week has been tougher than usual. Monday, we went bowling with our little playgroup. One round took an hour and fifteen minutes. So we skipped the second game, and headed home so I could get ready for work. Seth really liked it, so I think we'll go back on a rainy day.
Tuesday we took Colette to a new vet closer to our home. The vet was so good with Colette (and the kids), and Colette got a clean bill of health. In fact, they ran her "geriatric lab panel" twice because they thought they had mixed it up with a younger dog's blood. We then ran some errands in town, and things were going fine until we hit Walmart after lunch. The kids weren't nice to each other and Amelia had a meltdown. I hate shopping when they are like that.
Wednesday we went to see
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs with the neighborhood crew. We were kind of pokey leaving the theater, and then I had to go to the bank and return some books at the library. Nathan had come home to ride his bike on his lunch break, like he does most Wednesdays. I passed him driving back to work on the road behind our neighborhood. He called me a little while later and started the conversation, "Don't freak out, but...". While he was riding, something on the side of a gravel truck hit him and knocked him down. The speed limit there is 45 mph. The truck kept going. A good samaritan stopped and drove him home. He got cleaned up, dropped his bike off at the shop, and went back to work. His work sent him back home. LUCKILY, he only has a scraped knee, elbow, and shoulder. It looks like he fell in our driveway. He must have had a guardian angel to soften his fall.
Thursday, I took Amelia to the doctor. She has a sinus infection. Still lovin' the new office. Appt at 10:15, nurse left the room at 10:20, PNP left the room at 10:25 to write the prescription, in our car at 10:30. Amazing! During naptime, Amelia made a mess of her carpet. She was
almost potty-trained, and then she got jealous of Seth's birthday and mad about being in the nursery for VBS, and we've taken multiple steps backwards. I am going to have to call in the professionals. This is not the first time she's done this, but this time she was non-remorseful. Seth wisely stayed in his room for some extra quiet time, as he's
no stranger to this situation. Argh!
After yesterday, I decided to put Amelia in underwear almost all day. First hour, fine. Grocery store, fine. Another hour, fine. Driving to Bounce U (where I was going to put on a Pull-Up)..."Oops. I sprinkled." AMELIA!!! She got overly tired playing wiht the big kids, and had a fit about a juice box before it was time to leave, which turned into a hissy about Seth getting a postcard in the mail, which turned into a tantrum on the kitchen floor because I let Seth pick out which box of mac & cheese to have for lunch. And then...we could not find lovey. She napped okay without it (she was exhausted), but I didn't really like the thought of not having it. I looked EVERYWHERE. Nathan came home, and he looked around...nothing. I had a neighbor ask her where lovey was, and she said under Seth's bed. Nathan found it hidden under a book on Seth's extra bed. He saved the day! I had literally called the local shop that has the same ones, I was that desperate. Phew!