Today was supposed to be Rosie’s first day of Kindergarten, however it was kind of a crappy day and nothing went as planned.
Tyler has been doing a juice fast. I woke up to my kitchen coated in sticky juice and just a huge mess in general. (He cleans up after himself, but he sucks at it so there’s bits of trash, dirty dishes, and spilled drips of food always left behind everywhere.) I hate waking up to a dirty house, it ruins the start of my day!
So I spent the first two hours we were up detailing the kitchen and vacuuming the house. Then we were way too hungry so we had breakfast, only Ada accidentally flipped on the juicer after I’d put the oranges in but before I’d set up the jug to catch the resulting juice. That didn’t work out well, and it resulted in another sticky mess and having to peel 4,000 more oranges.
After that I tried to do some school work with Rosie, but Ada kept rolling on the floor and screaming. Tyler got up and started making himself some food in the kitchen, creating ANOTHER huge mess and not helping with Ada.
Then he spent forever in the bathroom, so I gave up on school with Rosie for the moment.
We tried to make lunch but Tyler and I got into a fight, which rarely happens. I was mad over the messy kitchen and all of the money he spent on the juicer and organic produce for himself, when I would love to eat those things but settle for frozen veggies instead due to our budget.
After that I was trying to get dressed for the day…I was putting on make-up in the bathroom when Ada ran in and put her face and hands in the toilet water. I set her in the tub with soapy hands and the water running so she could splash and be occupied getting clean for 5 seconds while I brushed my teeth.
She got really quiet and I glanced over to see that she had my razor. It usually sits way up high on the window sill, but I guess somehow it had fallen into the tub.
I told her to put it down and reached over to pick it up, but not fast enough. In a flash she popped the cover off and sliced off the skin of her middle finger.
Blood was EVERYWHERE. It was squirting out. I’m not bothered by the sight of blood, but this was a lot of blood!
I grabbed toilet paper to squeeze over her gushing finger, but it didn’t help. I couldn’t even find the wound because there was so much blood!
I decided she might need to go to the ER, so we threw some clothes on and left. I had to ride on the floor next to her seat to hold her finger tightly. It soaked through the handful of gauze pads I’d brought with us. The car ride was only 10 minutes long.
When we got the ER I went in and it was packed with sick people with puke buckets and blankets. Great.
The triage lady came out and looked at her finger. She said it couldn’t have stitches because it was shaved off skin and not a cut. Well that makes sense, but what about the gushing blood?
The lady came back with gauze and tape and bandaged up her bloody hand…but the lady wasn’t wearing any gloves! How gross is that!? She had long press on nails and no gloves! God knows what bacteria or viruses are living under her long nails. *shudder*
She told us the wait would be at least four hours.
Yeah right…as if I’d sit in that dirty waiting room full of sick people for four hours with a bleeding angry baby.
Since it wouldn’t need stitches we called our pediatrician’s office and went there.
They washed her finger really well–they were appalled the ER hadn’t use gloves when handling it! Then they bandaged her up.
Good as new…just missing some skin.
(She’s wearing clean rubber gloves from the office.)
Her goofy little "cheese" face cracks me up. She even says "cheeeese!" while making the face!
Now we’re home and my house is a complete wreck, we didn’t accomplish anything planned for the day, and I have a pounding headache.
Thankfully it’s almost bed time.