This week has not been great. Grab some popcorn and get comfortable: I'm about to tell you why I almost killed Eden yesterday.
Monday was the last day of CCF and even though Eden wasn't technically cleared by her doctor, we wrote up a release and sent her to MDO so I could get a little break before the holidays. I spent part of it with a friend taking blankets to the hospital for NICU and lost babies in Colt's honor. He would have been 4 months old on Sunday.
Eden's first post-op check up was Monday at 230. Our local doctor didn't get the surgeon's records so he couldn't tell us anything or answer any questions we had. He couldn't tell what her sutures are made of so we don't know if they need to come out or will dissolve. He recommended we take her to the second post-op in Dallas, instead of doing it here in town. When I called Children's, the chart had no details and the soonest they can get us in is February 11. At 730am. So there's another overnight stay in Dallas. I left a message with the surgical people to ask about the sutures and still haven't heard back, so that's on my to-do list for today.
Tuesday was the boys' Christmas program at school. Asher was to "make" and bring a dish from his country. He chose Israel, so we made challah. It's not super difficult, the braiding is the tricky part. I did a trial run last week and it turned out well, so we made a second batch, starting Monday and finishing after school so that Asher could actually participate in creating his dish. I forgot how long it takes to rise so we were looking at being about 45 minutes late. Then I noticed I have a bread proof setting on my oven and used that. It cut the rising time in half. So we had three beautiful braided challah loaves and were on time.
Rebekah didn't nap at all on Tuesday so she passed out about 3 minutes before we got to the church and then was a crabby pants the rest of the evening. We got home around 730 and she was passed out by 745.
During the day, Eden had an accident in her underwear that resulted in a bath. She filled the tub almost to the brim, the put about four times as much shampoo in her hair as was necessary, meaning she couldn't rinse it out. I was helping her climb out of the tub but she still managed to do a flip and land on her back on the floor. She immediately sat up and said "I'm ok!"
Claw foot tubs definitely have their draw backs.
She landed in the spot where she'd managed to pee on the floor earlier. I'd tossed a towel down to soak it up, so she wasn't in a puddle of pee, but still. I decided "eh, clean enough" and got her up. As I was getting her dressed, I realized she still had a ton of shampoo in her hair, so I had to hold her screaming under the shower to get it out.
Kids are great.
We bought a bidet add-on to help kids with bottom wiping issues but our toilets are so weird we can't attach it. But in the process of discovering this, Austin didn't get everything hooked back together the right way the first time so there was leaking all over the floor. For a couple days. I'm pretty sure that's (mostly) fixed now.
Wednesday the house got cleaned, which always makes me feel better, especially since some of my favorite people are the people who clean my house (not because they clean my house, but that definitely helps). The day had several mild annoyances, including a migraine, but nothing too major.
Then it was Thursday. I woke up and it was already not a great day. Feminine things happened resulting in soaking things in the sink and stripping the bed to the mattress to do laundry. Things were going ok and the grocery delivery arrived and I headed downstairs to get it, scan it in, and put it away. Part way through that process, Eden wandered in to talk to me. After a couple minutes I heard trickling.
My first thought was the toilet in the bathroom and that the leaking had gotten worse. I walked into the hallway and looked and saw water dripping from the door frame. I thought "Oh man, the toilet is spraying out the top!"
Nope.
Eden had decided to wash her hands upstairs, so had turned the tap on full blast and walked away. The sink was stopped up to soak, and it doesn't drain fantastically to begin with, so it just....overflowed. All over the floor. And into the hallway. Halfway to the playroom. And down through the crack in the floor where the tile meets the wood.
There may or may not have been shouting and swearing. Because I still had a dining table full of food to put away and now I had a small swimming pool to clean up.
Other moms probably would not have sworn. I'm not those moms. Jesus...well, he never had an almost four year old flood an upstairs sink to the point that water was dripping into a large puddle in the downstairs bathroom, so we can't REALLY say what he would have done. Probably not sworn, though. Cause, you know. Jesus.
To my credit, I did not knock her back down the stairs or spank her or any of the other ten thousand things that sprang to mind. I sent her to her room and told her to stay there until I told her she could come out. I threw all the towels on the water (that I JUST WASHED THE DAY BEFORE) and headed downstairs to do what I could there.
After all the towels were down, all I could do was wait for the dripping to stop so I went back to my groceries. And texted my friends and husband because they could at the very least commiserate, if not get a chuckle out of the schadenfreude.
School got out at 1 yesterday and after I got the boys I called the insurance company to see what their advice was. He said call a water restoration company and see if they could come look and give me an idea of what to do.
The place I called was crazy busy. The guy couldn't get out for a couple of hours and when he finally did, he kept getting calls. He said they're working on the Abilene Reporter News building and another office building that had a flood, so it's just him right now to do pretty much all other calls.
He checked the floors and door frames and the meter lit up yellow around the top of the downstairs door frame. It was red at the crack upstairs and green or yellow everywhere else, so he decided we don't actually need to have full power machines doing water extraction or drying. He suggested a fan left to blow on the area for a couple of days, shook my hand, and headed out. No charge.
I recommend A-Town Hi-Tech. When they're not busy saving professional buildings.
Luckily, we have two box fans that didn't make the move, so Austin grabbed one after dinner and used his engineering skills to set it up with a book and a foot stool so that it is blowing directly on the crack. Luckily we have no expected company until either late Saturday or early Sunday, so we'll just leave it be. About dinner time I realized with all the insanity I hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day so I had a major migraine and low blood sugar that made me feel awful. So I drank some juice, ate some dinner, and went to rest. I'd taken some migraine meds with caffeine in them, so I couldn't sleep, but it wore off and the migraine returned, so I was asleep around 1130.
I have no idea when the boys went to bed, I told them to keep their activities quiet and not to raid the kitchen. They're still asleep at 945, so they were probably up until like, 2.
I still have a headache, and I'm still not feeling fantastic, but I did get up and go to Bogie's to try out the new breakfast sandwiches. I'm a fan. But then, it's hard to go wrong with a bagel, bacon, eggs, and cheese in my book.
Here's hoping Christmas is a good one. Excuse me while I go back to bed.
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