Life Sure Gets Hectic and Throws a Bunch of Curve Balls...or Chokes Your Way

This weekend had to be the strangest I have expereinced as a mate and a mother.

My son Tony has been experiencing horrible allergies with this world wind of a winter and spring that Chicago has thrown our way this weekend. My five year old has already figured out how to play Mommy and decided to play sick for the first time and talked me into letting him stay at home on Friday. Thankfully he played the part pretty well all day and stayed in bed watching moves and eating off his new dinosaur bed tray. Until later in the afternoon when the weekend from hell started.

My darling angel is perfect all day until he decides to rip his golf clubs out of the closet and quietly use the "golf club" as a "hockey stick". Out of nowhere I am sitting in the office completing some work tasks and in come my halo wearing child fielding a "golf club" which has now turned into a "sword" of some type. In the blink of an eye my ice tea which was minding its own business on the desk is all over the place, including my lap and I am chopped clearly in the side of my noggin. Thankfully his father came home in the nick of time and saved him from needing to enter the witness protection program from the wrath of his mother.

Pat comes home and advises he is not feeling well, pains that presented as vascular and with his fathers history of heart disease we take a trip to Loyola to err on the side of caution. We patiently wait for my mom to watch Tony and head out to the ER. Turns out to be nothing, but non the less my Friday is finally over.

Saturday is spring cleaning day. Out of the attic comes a kitchen full of boxes that we haven't bothered to look at since we moved here five years ago. It was a sad day of looking back on just how damn skinny I used to be before child and various stomach issues. It was a great reflection to finally make an appointment to see the dieatican and if there is anything that can be done to curb these behaviors and adversions I have had over the past few years.

Anyway, I kicked all men out of the house for the day so I can concentrate and get my kitchen back. Why daddy needs to come home with new baseball gloves, A HOCKEY STICK, and to TOP all......a SCOOTER. Many ER visits are in my future, but for now mommy flexed muscle and no hockey or scooters until the proper safety gear can be aquirred!

Mommy decided since she was able to take 40 boxes and part with all but FIVE to return to the attic that cooking dinner was not an option to be experienced in the home today. We load 3 boxes of skinny me cloths into the Jeep and head off to drop at Salvation Army and head out to Patio for dinner. Not even one mile from the house I swear to God Almighty I have never had such a panic, fear, and the ability to rip myself out of the front seat and literally jump into the backseat of a Jeep.

I heard the most awful sound come out of my dear son Tony's mouth. Noises I will never be able to reproduce, mimic or describe to another human as long as I live. I turned around to see what the noise was, and immediatly jumped into the backseat. Tony had taken his fireman engine umbrella, with a curved handled and lodged the umbrella curve portion of the handle into his mouth and he was CHOKING on it. He was trying to get the umbrella out, hence the strange noises coming from the backseat. I litterally without thinking pulled his mouth as wide open as I could get it and yanked the umbrella out. In doing this he started bleeding as though someone had stabbed him, as I am screaming for Pat to pull over, and NOW! I grabbed kleenex (good mommies always have kleenex packs in thier center consule) jumped out of the Jeep, was screaming at Pat to unlock the damn door (Damn child safety sometimes)and packed his mouth with as many kleenex as possible, jumped back into the Jeep and told Pat to drive back home to assess the damage.

Tony is screaming and pulling kleenex out of his mouth all the way home, we get home and rinse his mouth with peroxide, which now can only be described as a foamy mad dog terriorizing my bathroom, Daddy goes on the great search for a flashlight (I am sure we will discuss the flashlight situation at my home on many occasions) and determine his mouth is cut scrapped all along the bottom of his tongue, and along the inside jaw of his molars. Thankfully the peroxide stops the bleeding, and it is not as bad as I thought, I figured his first set of stiches would be in order.

No trip to the ER, I called Auntie Susie and we landed on plenty of peroxide rinses followed up with Cloresptic sprays to ease the horrible pain he was experiencing. Poor little man didn't eat until Monday and is finally getting back to normal.

Mommy is beat, spent Sunday completing my final papers for my Economics class (which I was not feeling) and my IT project summary. On to two new classes this week for the next nine weeks I am going to hate this Algebra class but I am looking forward to my religion class. So far the bios being posted in the class seems like an interesting combination of religious backgrounds and I should learn a thing or two and experience some healthy debate and insight during the next nine weeks.