Craptastic

That is the only way to describe this week.

Craptastic Day #1 was Monday when I took Joseph for his H1N1 vaccination at the Dept. of Health. Somehow the nurse manages to give him my vaccination (the full adult dosage). I didn't realize it until the nurse bolted out of the room only to return with an administrator who starts asking me questions about my child's age and weight (something which no one else in the room had been asked). Only when I ask what the heck was going on, did anyone decide to inform me that my kid just got overdosed. Luckily, after a tearful drive home thinking I am a crappy mom who lets her kid gets overdosed at the hands of the incompetent Dept of Health, a call to the pediatrician and a call from the State Dept of Health was enough to calm me down. Luckily, 4 days later I can report there have been no signs of any negative effects of receiving double the dosage of H1N1 vaccine.

Tuesday and Wednesday were actually non-eventful besides the horribly awful pouring rain and windy weather. By Wednesday morning, I really thought our house might just float away. It's really difficult to keep Joseph inside all day. He doesn't really play with toys so if we are inside he's climbing things (note the foreshadowing for Friday's craptastic events), opening up every drawer and demanding he be allowed to play with things like meat mallets and scissors. When he's not doing that, he's pretty much standing at the door yelling "OUT! OUT! OUT!" over and over again. No attempts by me to make blanket forts to hide in or block towers to knock down could really take away from his sheer annoyance that we were in fact in our house.

So you'll understand why by Thursday morning, despite continued pouring rain and a 40 degree temp, it was time to get the eff out of the house. I figured a trip to the mall where I could park in the deck, avoid the rain and let him run around the train table and various toys at the bookstore, was the way to go. Awesome idea....until I get to the top of our street and realize I have a flat tire. Now, if it was any other day, I would have taken Joseph out of the car and enjoyed a walk back to the house but of course, we are dealing with craptastic weather. So I slowly drive the car back to the driveway (Joseph screaming in the back of course), praying this is not going to result in some $800 rim damage, only to be greeted by the mailman, who very seriously tells me "You shouldn't drive on a flat tire". Thanks for the tip - just give me my freaking mail and be on your way. Luckily, an hour and a Yo Gabba Gabba DVD later (yeah, I needed to calm my kid who was throwing the tantrum to end all tantrums at the sudden dash of his dream of leaving the house), AAA had come, put the spare on and my kid was ready for a nap.

I should also mention that Joseph is going through an awesome phase of wanting to get up for the day at 4:30 am. Without fail since Sunday morning, we hear "MaMa! DaDa!" over the monitor somewhere in the 4:30-5:00 am time frame. We just let him do his thing and he fusses, sleeps for 10 minutes, fusses some more, whines...repeat...until somewhere around 5:45 when he breaks down into an all out scream fest. Our days have been starting early, and quite frankly, we are just downright tired. It didn't help this morning when I woke up with a touch of a stomach bug...I'll spare you the details. Luckily, my wonderful hubby agreed to come home a little early because I was wiped out and just needed to lay down for a little while.

Yeah...well, we lucked out he came home early...except he ended up meeting us at the pediatrician's office. Why, you wonder? Because Joseph decided to climb the kitchen chair when I left the room for 45 seconds max. As I am coming back, he is reaching for something on the table, reaches too far and slips off the chair. On his fall to the floor, he cracks the back of his head on the seat of the chair. I rush to him to comfort him, only to realize my hand is covered in blood. At this moment, I thank god that I am there to deal with this and not Rich (I love him but if you ever have an emergency, call me, don't call him). I got the bleeding stopped only to realize we have a sizeable, deep gash back there. Oy vey! Luckily, Joseph is calmed down enough to again be willing to watch his Yo Gabba Gabba DVD for 5 minutes, while I call the pedi. Luckily, they let me come in instead of sending me to the ER.

An hour later and a whole lot of screaming, Joseph has 3 staples in the back of his head. Thank goodness Rich was there because there is no way I could have held Joseph down to have his head cleaned and stapled. He is insanely strong for an 18 month old - Rich's arms are throbbing tonight. He seemed rather unphased by the time we got home (I am sure allowing him to eat dinner on Daddy's lap, on the couch with Nick Jr on TV and the popsicle he got afterwards helped) and was back to his hyperactive ways by bedtime. In fact, we put him to bed slightly earlier because he was running around in circles and neither one of us could handle another accident tonight.

So as this craptastic week closes, I am just saying a little prayer that the weekend doesn't get craptastic-ier and that some higher power has some sympathy for me and is bestowing upon me a second son who is a delightfully easy and calm little fellow. Rich is just laughing at me even typing this. I know, I know...wrestle mania in my den, kids jumping off of furniture, brothers throwing rocks at one another and lots and lots more stitches are in my future. I need some sleep just imagining it.