New Rule In The House

Always lock the door to the basement when working out. 

Why?

Maybe because knucklehead Kelly will sneak downstairs after you tell her no, she can not run on the treadmill, and stick her hand under the belt as it is going full speed with Dad running above.  Yesterday was just crazy.  As if we needed more stress to add to our day.  And we thought the day was winding down!  Ha!  I was finishing up dinner, Scott was getting a quick run in to help relieve some stress, Madison was running around butt naked (diaper rash) with my lip gloss painted all over her body.  All over her body includes the rashy rear-end area, so needless to say, lipgloss is no longer going on anyone’s lips! Okay, throw lipgloss away, stick her in the sink with some water and get her washed up before my Italian Spinach Pie comes out of the oven.  That’s easy!  I have 20 minutes to do this! 

It was all falling into place.  We were going to sit down as a family and decompress, enjoy each other’s company and a healthy meal.  Maybe even play a game before bed time.  Until the screaming.  Patrick was the first to notice.  It was Kelly, but I couldn’t tell where she was.  I imagined her stuck upstairs between her bed and the wall or something silly like that.  I told Dwight to stay with Madison while I ran upstairs…only by the time I was about to go, Scott came running up the basement stairs with Kelly, holding out her right hand. 

I took one look at her hand and said, “She needs to get to the emergency room, NOW.” 

“Do you think?”  Scott asked.  It was obviously a burn.  But Yes.  I definitely thought because I wasn’t even going to begin to try to treat this one on my own.  I am not a doctor! 

Scott ran out to the car and got it started, scraped about 3 inches of snow off all the windows as it rained down on him, while I got Kelly’s socks and shoes and coat on (all the while telling her what a dumb move she made!).  I was so angry and scared and inwardly freaking out all at the same time!

I tell Dwight to watch Madison who is still sitting in the sink.  We get Kelly outside and decide Pacey’s booster was the best seat to get her in since it would be easy to buckle her in.  Only his booster was in the house.  I ran inside to get it and found that the kids moved it from where I last put it.  “Boys!  WHERE IS THE BOOSTER SEAT?  Patrick, Joshua, GET IT NOW!” 

Next thing I see?  Dwight running across the room.  I come around the corner and Madison was standing up in the sink.  I ran over to the sink to grab her before she fell out. 

Do you want to know what came out of my mouth after that?  No.  You don’t.  Use your imagination.  My 14 year old son left the baby in the sink to go fetch the booster seat that Patrick and Joshua were already getting…like it was a race to see who could get it first or something.  Are you kidding me?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Needless to say, I freaked out even more.  I did not need both of my little girls to end up in the emergency room that night!

After taking naked and wet Madison out of the sink, I reassigned responsibilities for her care to Patrick (the more reliable babysitter) while I ran the booster out to Scott.  I ended up buckling Kelly in as she cried about how it “burned.”  I felt so helpless.  I wanted to go with her, but she needed to get there right away and Scott was able to get her there faster than me.

So as I was heading towards the front door, Scott told me to take a few breaths before going back in.  I did…and then called Dwight.  He attempted to argue with me, saying I never ordered him to actually stay with Madison. 

Do you want to know what came out of my mouth when he said that?  I swear, sometimes he just doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.  I told him 3 times to stay with her!  The second time was when he tried to walk away from her while I was still getting Kelly ready!  No.  You do not want to know what came out of my mouth when he insisted that I never told him to stay with Madison.  It was not pretty.  I’ve learned that nothing can get me madder than a smart-ass teenager!  I had to send him out of my sight just so I could calm down.

I waited for about an hour and a half before Scott called.  He was able to get her to the Urgent Care clinic about 10 minutes from our house.  They treated her, prescribed her antibiotics and a cream to apply to her wound daily.

This morning I had to treat her hand for the first time.  I don’t do well with this kind of stuff.  But I’m the mom and you know, I really don’t have the choice.  So I unwrapped her hand and YUCK.  Well…you can see for yourself if you want.  I took pictures.  If you are squeamish in any way, don’t bother looking!

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I spared you the picture before I washed it.  Kelly actually freaked out a little when we first unwrapped it!

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Applying the cream to it with the end of a spoon. 

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Attempting to wrap it up.

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Not the best job, but it will do!