Please. Somebody. Help. Me. With. This. Two. Year. Old.
Whew. This has been a day. When I got Alyssa up this morning she was grumpy. This isn't unheard of, but once she's had breakfast she's usually fine. Not this morning, though. Breakfast came and went, but the grumpiness was still lingering. Fast forward one hour and she was briefly content with Mickey Mouse. That didn't last, though. There were fits, disagreements, boo-boos, tears, and time-outs. Not to say there wasn't some laughter and fun in the midst of all this. Being bipolar is part of being two. The whole age is rife with afflictions if you ask me. So, anyway, then it was nap time... yes, we are only halfway through the day at this point... and I told her if she took her nap like a good girl that we would blow bubbles this afternoon. Didn't happen. I had to stick to my guns and withhold the bubbles. When she did finally go to sleep, I decided I was wore plum out and needed a nap myself. That was the most relaxing part of my day. Probably a good thing that I recharged my batteries, 'cause I had no idea what I was in for this afternoon. Since I've got surgery coming up this Friday, I have a long list of things to do beforehand so that I can lay around, heal and do nothing. I was going to tackle several things this afternoon and knock out a big chunk of it. The best laid plans... **insert maniacal laughter**
Well, I DID get two of my plants repotted. WITH Alyssa's help. (Groan) That translates into "What should've taken me 15-20 minutes ended up using the rest of the afternoon". At first I wasn't going to let her help me. I'm anal like that. But then I thought "What the hell. Let her help." Bless her heart. Her idea of helping was to, at first, add a teaspoon of dirt at a time cupped in her little hands. Once she realized that dirt had some real potential for fun she began throwing it up in the air to celebrate. My normal, anal self would have flipped, but I realized it was simply too late to do any good. Oh, and the fact that she had a mouth full of blood thirty minutes before this kept me from stopping her fun. Let us backtrack... right before we went outside, during a flash of happiness, she insisted on wearing her flip flops to go outside. I helped her put them on and then she took off.... only for that damn flip flop to catch on the carpet. She went flying forward and hit her face squarely on the arm rest of the love seat. Commence the screaming, and my acting skills. Seeing blood never bothered me before I had a child. I was one of those people that just kicked into gear to fix/help the situation. Since having her though, I'm a new person. A scared, wimpy one. I deserve an Emmy for this afternoon, though. Once I saw the blood, I just wanted to cry and run out in the street and get a neighbor to take care of it, but I didn't. The show must go on. I put on my big girl panties, scooped her up, took her into the kitchen, got a paper towel, all the while telling her, and myself, that it was going to be OK, and then cleaned her up. The blood was coming from that little piece of skin right above the two front teeth. Thank god no teeth got knocked out! The bleeding didn't last long, but if it had you better believe I'd be ringing a doorbell. I have told that child several times of the rules in this house! She is NOT allowed to choke or bleed when her father is not here. It better not happen again. Well, everything is calm now. She's had a bath and I have a glass of wine in my hand.
Bought our tickets to South Korea last night!!!!!! Yeeeeeee Hawwwwwwwww! I'm so silly excited. I went through CheapTickets.com. They were the cheapest, and I should know after checking out many, many, many sites over the last few weeks. I'm actually gloating here. It's a non-stop flight that leaves and arrives at reasonable times. Even if something happens to delay our trip (crossing my fingers so that my healing goes without a hitch) we'll only be out $600. Comparatively speaking, that's great.