Explosion

My parents left late Wednesday night. I came home from work, kissed them goodbye and then hurried up and waited while my dad puttered around the house for 10 minutes. "He's been ready for hours" my mom helpfully shared. So what the hell he was doing now, I have no idea. They finally left and daughter burst into tears. Squareboy went nuts, think trapped squirrel on speed, and it was 10:00 p.m. an hour past bedtime and an hour away from the dad coming home. Yippee.

The next morning was not better and daughter went to school in brandnew pants from Oma. Elastic waist pants that are waaaaaaaaaay too big for her waist all the same. However, I'd argued and screamed enough that morning. We were already a half hour late so I let her wear the brandnew waaaaaaaaaaay too big pants to school. At pickup time I was pulled aside by teacher. Apparently daughter had caused quite the controversy in school that day. She'd spawned numerous discussion on how to politely tell someone their pants were down. Apparently "I can see your butt!" or "I see your underwear!" and the like is totally unacceptable. Daughter herself denied that any of this occurred at school today. I have hid the pants.

Daughter continued to be very whiny, cry-y and a general pain-in-the-butt. I chalked it up to missing the grandparents until she started complaining of a hurt tummy. There has been a 24-hour bug going around so I took that a little more seriously and put her on the BRAT diet and cartoons. Unfortunately it didn't cure her and a fever was next. By Saturday night she was very hot and miserable. Figures that all big illnesses occur when there is no doctor available, no urgent care, not even an on-call nurse. I even, briefly, missed the Land of Ice & Snow. At least there I could always, always reach a doctor or nurse when one of the kids worried me.

I decided to wait till morning to see if daughter was better or worse before I would maybe brave the ER. Poor daughter cried most of the night, not loud full-lung crying but pitiful whimpering. Broke my heart and yet made me sooooo long for sleep. I finally fell asleep about 5:00 a.m. and daughter got up, with a very sore tummy, around 7:00 a.m.. It took me about half an hour to drag myself out of bed to check on her. She'd wrapped herself up in Number Two's blanket and was watching cartoons. Medication of choice in our home.

I went back into the bedroom only to be assaulted by a horrific smell. Turned out daughter had woken up because of an explosion of brown all over MY bed. And the dad was peacefully sleeping next to the mess.