Posted by Gina Perkins, Pre-School Mommie | Posted in Gina Perkins | Posted on November-19-2013
Tags: bad day, home repairs, ironic
Today started off the same as several others these past two weeks….a grand plan for getting stuff done. DJ was heading off to a friend’s house for a three hour playdate. A three hour playdate is as close to heaven as it gets. So, I was thrilled to have some time to focus on Bitzy, and some time to focus on our neglected home (such an ironic choice of words, as you’ll soon read) while she napped.
Enter playdate drop-off. Bitzy cried in a way she hadn’t yet before when I dropped DJ off. “Sister, miss you!” she bawled as we got into the car to drive away. “Miss you!” I felt so sad for her, that I decided to deviate (slightly) from our plan. Rather than spend our alone time together at home, I’d grab some Starbucks and make a detour toward the park.
My mom was scheduled to come over and spend the day with us, primarily so she could watch the girls while I snuck off to a long hair appointment late in the afternoon (it takes a few hours to go from red to brunette). Anyhow, my mom ended up meeting us at the park…me and mom with our holiday lattes, and Bitzy with a box of apple juice. We were having a great time until “Boy Genius” (that’s what his shirt read) plowed right into Bitz, knocking her onto her bum, and head. She got so upset that she did what she always does – she puked. Of course, it freaked everyone out as they instantly assumed “head trauma!” I assured everyone that this was pretty standard for her – just as it was standard for me to attract some sort of bodily fluid (this time, vomit on my shoulder) while wearing black.
We decided it was a great time to head home. Bitzy was pretty upset in the backseat, and I thought she was just tired. And then, this thought crossed my mind, “Maybe her tummy hurts from guzzling that apple juice” (my kids rarely get juice, and when they do, they suck it down and end up throwing it all up). But, I didn’t respond – I just pressed on the gas a little harder. Within seconds of my thought, Bitzy was projectile vomiting from my back seat. So, I pulled over – and my mom pulled over behind us, “Should we go to the Doctor?” my mom asked (noting the whole head trauma thing), but I was really sure it was from the juice overdose. I stripped Bitzy out of her barf clothes, my mom wrapped her in a blanket, and I nursed her on the side of the road. Once she had regained her composure – we headed home (in a puke scented car). She was happy as a clam, and went right down for her nap once we walked through the door.
My mom, the trooper that she is, began doing my dishes – and before long, the two of us had the entire house cleaned. Phew…my to-do list was completed. DJ came home shortly after, and we began making lunch. Within a few minutes of being in the kitchen, a strong stench began permeating our home. I was instantly alarmed because we’ve had some serious electrical issues going on (um, in the ballpark of $20K worth of rewiring work to be done). It smelled like burnt wires, and was coming from the kitchen – which is where most of our electrical issues had originated. With no sign of smoke or flames, I opted to call the fire department. Because two different electricians have warned us of our hazardous situation, I just didn’t want to take any chances – wondering if a fire was brewing in our attic.
The fire department responded without their lights and sirens, THANK GOD. They were super nice, and thorough – but didn’t find anything. They used their high-tech heat detector, searched our attic, and even brought out their gas detector. Nothing. Once they left, I resumed cooking some noodles and the smell started up again. Nonchalantly, my mom said, “Let’s move this out of the way before it melts.” Before it melts. The hard plastic handle of our tea kettle. Yep, it was melting….just like it was when we first smelled the smell. Burnt plastic. I was so relieved that 1) it wasn’t an electrical fire, and 2) that the firefighters hadn’t been the ones to piece that all together.
I ended up fleeing the house to make my hair appointment. Fifteen minutes late, but soooooo happy to flop down into a chair, sans kids. I was shaking my head at the whirlwind of my morning, breathing a huge sigh of relief that at 2:00 pm, it was finally all behind me. And then I got this text from my mom:
The reason why this is such a bummer is because our playroom is a BRAND NEW addition to our home. Brand new. And, we paid a whole lot of money for it. Not to mention the time. The time. What was supposed to be a 2 week project turned into an 8 week project. But, finally, just this past weekend – we declared it as Done. Until, the first rain happened today – and our brand new tile floor got soaked from the rain water spilling through the ceiling fan.
I feel like I should be searching for a silver lining – but all I can think about is the 4 day old cake pop that I found next to DJ’s carseat on my way home from the hair salon. Yeah, I ate it.