PIC had a work trip to Canada and seeing as he's awesome at me going to the gym nearly daily at night for a couple hours - along with trips with my girlfriends - I wished him the best and told him to go.
I PROMISED myself and him that I would not text him on Whatsapp unless it was urgent or positive.
I wanted him to have fun, enjoy himself and have a SOCIAL LIFE and a break.
Here's what happened so far (please bear with me as I look through my newsfeed on Facebook):
Day 1: Everything was normal. We did a lot of walking...7km of it! and I am obsessed with my "Map My Walk" app (because "Map My Run" just doesn't happen in my life) - and although it's a battery killer because it tracks your location - I still love it.
Oh wait - then A-Man and M-Girl napped a solid 5 hours. I was in a genuine panic because they kept sleeping and sleeping and sleeping. This never happens! A friend of mine swung by (she works in the healthcare field) and confirmed my kids were fine.
PIC and I were worried about sunstroke from the outdoor playing the day before - but it was fine. They woke up for ice-cream...just nothing else.
Day 2: Nothing weird. I made a pesto and gouda-stuffed chicken breast wrapped in bacon and slapped that on top of some coconut milk noodles and some spices - pretty darn tasty!
We walked 3.35 km.
Oh! I found out my daughter is pregnant with a teddy bear - and I'm going to be a grandma.
Day 3: M-Girl "girl-splained" my period to A-Man.
She has a tendency to just burst into the bathroom and after her last accident months ago - when we actually tried to have privacy and locked the bathroom door for a somewhat peaceful crap - we've kept the door mostly unlocked.
So - M and A burst into the bathroom - not because they needed it - just because. Because they're kids and that's what they do.
I was in the process of cleaning my cup and A-Man panicked and asked what I was doing.
Me: "Um I'm..."
M-Girl: "Se ("it" in Finnish) Mommy's cup. She has pee-wood (period) and it goes in her China (vagina) because there's blood. Then it no go in Mommy's underwear."
A-Man: "Okay."
M-Girl looks at me, hands me a pad and says: "Here's your band-aid. Your underwear band-aid. Put it there. Okay?"
Children exit the bathroom and slam the door.
She's 3.
Day 4: I made chicken and pesto nachos with the leftover chicken meat :D.
Oh and my daughter corrected my manners when she asked me if I wanted to jump on a crack on the sidewalk.
"Momma - you want to jump?"- M-Girl hopping over cracks on the ground.
"No."
"No."
"No THANK YOU. Say it again."
"No thank you M-Girl."
"Good job. That makes me happy. I jump now."
She might be a parrot - but I'm happy she corrected my manners (I was chewing ice-cream).
Day 5: M-Girl had a growth spurt and screeched her head off and wanted a banana. From this night on - she woke up in 20-30 minutes spurts.
Day 5: M-Girl had a growth spurt and screeched her head off and wanted a banana. From this night on - she woke up in 20-30 minutes spurts.
I FELT LIKE DYING.
Day 6: Utter crap. Kids refused to listen AT ALL. No amount of bribes or threats could do the trick.
On the flip side - I made home-made gummies using this recipe. Easy-peasy! Loved them and the kids did too!
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| I have since made more...they're chilling in the fridge. |
M-Girl decided sleep was for the weak and pathetic and offered her skills of waking every 10-15 minutes. LIKE CLOCK WORK.
Told the kids we could have a "Super Cleaning Party" only if they're good. They're pretty pumped.
M-Girl barfed in the middle of the night. Wahoo...and then continued her 10-15 minutes spurts of sleep. AKA power napped all night.
Day 7: She barfed again this night but we got to the bathroom in time!! And there were pink streaks. AKA blood.
Boys were asleep and it was nearly 2am. So we called a cab and returned by 4.
Boys were asleep and it was nearly 2am. So we called a cab and returned by 4.
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| Learning how to prep a throat swap test... |
She wore her awesome science girl pajamas and had a blast with the remarkably sweet and kind nurse.
She was thrilled to donate blood to a worthy cause (aka a finger prick test for infections) and it turned out to be really bad strep throat. Got the prescription to pick up in a few hours and went home via cab.
4am: "Mommy - we need to walk the dogs. They don't pee and poop in the potty."
She's wide-awake. She's absolutely correct. We did it.
She was thrilled to donate blood to a worthy cause (aka a finger prick test for infections) and it turned out to be really bad strep throat. Got the prescription to pick up in a few hours and went home via cab.
4am: "Mommy - we need to walk the dogs. They don't pee and poop in the potty."
She's wide-awake. She's absolutely correct. We did it.
I had been awake for 22 hours. I slept a broken up 4 hours...
Day 7.5 (it felt like they kind of merged together...): We get up and go to downtown via bus to get her prescription of penicillin filled. Just our luck - none of the downtown locations have it because there was a gap in delivery times. Had to wait a few hours and go across town to another location - once our family doctor approved the different brand and dosage...
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| 0 shame in admitting I had a meltdown of grand proportions. |
Soooooo I washed A-Man's face and he freaked out and it began to BLEED. I was honestly just trying to do my motherly duty of wiping off the crusty milk stains and poof - blood.
Looked closer and it turned out his face was covered in bump-like zits.
Looked closer and it turned out his face was covered in bump-like zits.
Sent a pic to my nurse friend who said "looks like impetigo - it's highly contagious".
GREAT. It's after 5pm - so we went to the ER because I have no way to be guaranteed a doctor's appointment the following day...(This comes from experience as it's been 2.5 weeks and I am still waiting on my doctor to send a text to make an appointment...)
I can't get a sitter because my daughter has strep throat...so I get all three dressed and hope it isn't busy.
First thing A-Man says while observing a patient being pushed in a bed by a nurse:
"LOOK MOM! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD IN THE BED!"
30 seconds later:
"AND ANOTHER ONE! HE'S SO DEAD."
GREAT. It's after 5pm - so we went to the ER because I have no way to be guaranteed a doctor's appointment the following day...(This comes from experience as it's been 2.5 weeks and I am still waiting on my doctor to send a text to make an appointment...)
I can't get a sitter because my daughter has strep throat...so I get all three dressed and hope it isn't busy.
First thing A-Man says while observing a patient being pushed in a bed by a nurse:
"LOOK MOM! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD IN THE BED!"
30 seconds later:
"AND ANOTHER ONE! HE'S SO DEAD."
I managed to convince him (once I recovered from trying not to laugh) that the person was asleep...
Within an hour and a half - which is "forever" in kid language - the doctor writes up a prescription for antibiotic cream to apply to A-Man's face. And yay - the rest of us can use it too in case it spreads. Because it's contagious like a...I'm too tired to think of something clever.
But naturally - the system hates me this week.
Within an hour and a half - which is "forever" in kid language - the doctor writes up a prescription for antibiotic cream to apply to A-Man's face. And yay - the rest of us can use it too in case it spreads. Because it's contagious like a...I'm too tired to think of something clever.
But naturally - the system hates me this week.
Mr. Doctor says: "I'm sorry - the prescription isn't going through online. There's some technical difficulty...are you able to pick it up tomorrow instead?"
Yeah buddy. I'd rather wait until the following day than wait around or go between pharmacies again within 24 hours.
Then our bus driver didn't acknowledge our request for a stop - and we missed our direct connection to home. Got home 40-minutes later because my kids have adopted a tortoise/snail/sloth hybrid-lifestyle when it came to walking home from a different bus route...which normally takes 15.
******* At this point - I've lost it. I'm internally feeling like a beat-up exhausted piece of crap mother with 3 kids that simply don't give a sh*t about my mental health and haven't listened to a word I said after Day 1.
I reached out to a mutual friend of me and PIC and asked her to get his attention so I can call him (she's at the same conference).
He answered within 3 rings (impressive as usually his phone's on silent) and he had read my near violent text messages about everything going on with the kids' health...and I just sat on the floor waiting for M-Girl to finish pooping for the billionth time that day and sobbed my head off.
Yeah buddy. I'd rather wait until the following day than wait around or go between pharmacies again within 24 hours.
Then our bus driver didn't acknowledge our request for a stop - and we missed our direct connection to home. Got home 40-minutes later because my kids have adopted a tortoise/snail/sloth hybrid-lifestyle when it came to walking home from a different bus route...which normally takes 15.
******* At this point - I've lost it. I'm internally feeling like a beat-up exhausted piece of crap mother with 3 kids that simply don't give a sh*t about my mental health and haven't listened to a word I said after Day 1.
I reached out to a mutual friend of me and PIC and asked her to get his attention so I can call him (she's at the same conference).
He answered within 3 rings (impressive as usually his phone's on silent) and he had read my near violent text messages about everything going on with the kids' health...and I just sat on the floor waiting for M-Girl to finish pooping for the billionth time that day and sobbed my head off.
He was his typical PIC self and said, "Whenever I travel - something comes up. You know - if it was reversed - it would've happened to me. *awkward chuckling*"
Not, "You got this. You're awesome. Drink wine. Eat ice-cream." Just his simple matter-of-fact support.
Plus side of this day? V-Man apparently knows how to use my roll-on deoderant and smelled way better than any of us. Especially his knee caps.
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| I had to buy a new one because he used it all...but at least he knows what to do - right?! |
Day 8: Apparently my daughter can scream so loud in a massive grocery store that the live accordion band will stop and wait before continuing to play. And they're on the other side of the building. And there was a strip show involved. Her - not me.
She also spilled a full cup of milk because I went to throw something in the trash...I left the kitchen for all of 4 seconds. Then V-Man followed her out of the kitchen with a duvet to soak up the mess.
Day 8.5-ish: She peed in the bed today. Not her own that has a protective sheet. PIC's.
But at least she's sleeping a few hours at a time now before whining and screaming for me.
Kids went to bed around midnight (V-Man) and 12:30am ...which is the ONLY reason why I am awake writing this...at 2:21am.
Good grief this was a crazy long post!
But - PIC is back within 24 hours...then I plan on taking the dogs and escaping to my flat.
SURELY WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN IN 24 HOURS?!
She also spilled a full cup of milk because I went to throw something in the trash...I left the kitchen for all of 4 seconds. Then V-Man followed her out of the kitchen with a duvet to soak up the mess.
Day 8.5-ish: She peed in the bed today. Not her own that has a protective sheet. PIC's.
But at least she's sleeping a few hours at a time now before whining and screaming for me.
Kids went to bed around midnight (V-Man) and 12:30am ...which is the ONLY reason why I am awake writing this...at 2:21am.
Good grief this was a crazy long post!
But - PIC is back within 24 hours...then I plan on taking the dogs and escaping to my flat.
SURELY WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN IN 24 HOURS?!
XOXO
BIMU
PS Kudos to all you single parents/caregivers/guardians out there...I have supported my local alcohol shop by slowly drinking my bag of wine and completely forgot to celebrate Midsummer with my cider that's chilling in the fridge.
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