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Friday, May. 04, 2007 - 6:27 p.m. One Day I am Going To Look Back and Laaaaaauuugh
I learned something today. My infant son
hates his grandmother. �You ever have "one of those
days?"� No seriously, read me out because I guarantee this doesn't
happen to you every day and its worth it.� In fact, I don't know ANYONE
this has happened to.� Most of my days are spent cleaning up after the
Destructor and the various fur babies in the house.� First thing this
morning, as I have the past several mornings, I have had to clean up cat pee
from my wood floored dining room, before I even get a chance to pee myself,
because my cat hates her litter box (to her "credit" she DOES have a
low grade kidney infection at the moment and IS on antibiotics and we all know
how cats are when they are sick).� Then there is the wayward poop in the
bedroom because, again, she won't use the litter box.� You know what you
are getting yourself into when you sign on for pets.� Fine.� I have
resigned myself to the fact that I must clean up any and all bodily fluids
around here.� This also includes the milk that Travis smears on the floor
and other surfaces from his sippy cup, which, let's see, he did about three
times this morning.� I have also been trying to get Brady using a bottle
because he is 4 months old and has been strictly breastfed.� Well, I've
tried all kinds of bottles and nipples and everything from breast milk to
formula.� The formula that he refused earlier was sitting on the
counter, without a lid, and unceremoniously ended up all over the floor thanks
to The Destructor.� All over my wood floor.� Formula does not clean up
well.� You must go over it several times to get the stickiness up. Then one
of the cats puked, so I had to clean that up as well.� Brady has been
crying all morning because I suppose he is in a bad mood because of the very
un-mommy-like nipple being shoved into his mouth, and Travis has been crying
because he has fallen down or bumped his noggin several times today.�
Needless to say, I have been busy, and the kids and the cats and the dog have
been driving me crazy, and I am trying to get out of the house to go to a birthday party for one of the kiddos in my moms group. It started at 10:30, which its already almost 11 by now and I am having a hard time getting out the door. While in here trying to feed the baby with
a bottle, I hear the distinct sound of a plastic bowl being dumped onto the
floor.� I know FULL well what this is.� Its the cat's water bowl being
emptied and dropped onto the floor by The Destructor.� I am now pissed
because he KNOWS he is not supposed to touch the pets' food dishes and is
punished each and every time this happens.� I do NOT like cleaning the
water off of the floor.� The WOOD floor to be exact.� I put Brady down
and start walking to the kitchen to go get ahold of Travis and give him a little
swat on the hiney and send him to time out because I am PISSED, and know that
AGAIN, I have to clean water off of the floor.� Did I mention its a wood
floor?� He is of course standing there with a shit eating grin on his face
because he KNOWS he's done something he's not supposed to have done.�� I quicken my pace� because he turns
to run off, and I unfortunately don't see the water on the floor right in front
of the fish tank.� Ever have one of your worst nightmares come true?�
Well here it comes.� I slip in the water, my feet flying out from beneath
me, fall flat on my ass, and simultaneously hear and feel a crash as my elbow,
hand, some part of my arm hits the stand that the tank is on.� I also hear
the distinct sound of breaking of glass.� I screamed
all-hell-has-broken-loose-bloody-murder because my very first thought upon
realizing that my arm/hand/elbow has smashed through the side of the aquarium
was that I had been impaled with essentially a glass dagger and it gone through
the artery in my arm, and I was going to bleed to death.� Then I realized
that I was soaking wet. I quickly inspected my arm and realized that I had
LUCKILY not been impaled, but the entire front of the aquarium was indeed
shattered and ten gallons of water was now all over my flood.� My WOOD
floor.� In addition to ten gallons of water, were also 8 fish, 5 of which
are very small as they are juveniles.�� I get up off the floor to get
towels.� As long as the fishes' gills are wet, they will be OK.� I
just need time to get the soaking water of of the floor and keep it from
spreading.� All ten gallons of it.� I grabbed the towels, started
dropping them on the edges of the quickly spreading puddle, which at this point
covers about 100 sq feet, and then start looking for the fish.� I get them
scooped up, Travis is screaming because he is freaked out, I am also calling
Tarik sobbing because of what has happened, trying to get my bearings and
totally freaked out myself, and the baby is crying because of the noise that has
happened.� Needless to say, not a happy or calm time.� Tarik in the
meantime has called his mother to come over and help out.� I don't know
what she can do honestly, but perhaps watch the kids, because I HAVE to get the
water cleaned up and then go buy and set up a new fish tank.� I am
realizing as I am cleaning this thing just how lucky I am.� There are
shards of glass ten feet away from the tank, and they are dagger like.�
There are also dagger like shards of glass still clinging to the frame of the
tank.� I literally could have been seriously impaled and injured by
this.� As it was, I only had a few minor scrapes, and some bruising.�
My back is starting to hurt a bit now from the landing I took and the exertion
from cleanup.�� Well, MIL gets here, and both kids are
actually asleep.� I am still sopping up water with the 15 or so towels I
grabbed, and am sweeping up gravel and glass and whatever else is on the floor
from the destroyed fish habitat.� When Brady wakes up, he starts fussing,
but its nothing unusual.� But, when my MIL picks him up, he starts
screaming.� I am invisibly shaking my head because, well, I knew this was
going to happen.� Every time she picks him up or holds him, he starts
screaming or crying.� He hates her.� I can tell. Now, I don't know how
he is with other people because we haven't really gotten out that much, but for
some reason, he hates my mother in law, his grandmother.� I honestly don't
think he has this reaction with anyone else.� I suppose though that this is
not something that I learned today, but rather something that was
reinforced.�� For the record, I did go out and purchase
a new tank right away and upgraded to a 16 gallon which is what I have wanted to
do for some time now anyway.� And unfortunately, one of my fish didn't make
it, and I think its the last fish that I located.� It had somehow ended up
on the little rug in front of the back door and the protective slime coating had
most likely rubbed off and its gills not stayed wet enough.� Poor little
thing.� It took me approximately 5 hours from the time I slipped to the
fish being put into their new home.� I'm hurtin' and exhausted. And just so one can get an idea of the
absolute horrible injury I miraculously averted, here is a pic of the tank, with
particular emphasis on the daggers of glass. |
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- - Wednesday, May. 21, 2008
More updates on another blog home. - Wednesday, Feb. 06, 2008 Where are my zzzzzz's? - Thursday, Nov. 08, 2007 Halloween '07 - Friday, Nov. 02, 2007 Hallween is All Good! - Wednesday, Oct. 31, 2007 |
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