I have been sick as a dog the last 3 days. So bad in fact that I took yesterday off of work and was in and out of consciousness all day....sleep that is. Don't know where this came from but suspect from stress and a small cold that one of my wee daycare kids had. Not feeling much better today, only got two hours of sleep last night because of 1) my nose was plugged/running/plugged/running all night and of course 2) stress.
I have my re-licensing coming up any day now. This always presents some stress as the county comes into the home and pretty much goes through every room and every corner to make sure that all is as should be. Of course, they do their surprise visits and do the same but there is just something about the whole re-licensing thing that all daycare providers stress over. And it's funny because after all is said and done, they leave and we all wonder what we were so worried about in the first place.
All has been quiet on the homefront aside from the obvious post from yesterday. Our son caught a red belly snake the other day and woke to find that it had somehow gotten out of his aquarium. Thank goodness we have the aquarium out on our deck otherwise I would be snake hunting in this house. That would not be good! His caterpillars are thriving nicely and we are awaiting the first round of butterflies to emerge into the world. I suspect at least 3-5 in the next couple of days will come out.
The other night, him and our second oldest daughter were outside playing a little one on one soccer. For all of the years that our kids have been playing soccer they have been told to wear tennis shoes or their cleats. Well, leave it up to the daughter to ignore that advice the other night. She decided to play in her flip-flops. After all, what do mom and dad know anyway!
They were playing out in the dark, while the others were sitting by the fire. Our son went to steal the ball from her and gave it a good kick. Of course I didn't hear about any of this until after the fact as I was lying in bed sick. Anyway, he apparently went to kick the ball and wound up kicking her square on, on the big toe.
According to Pat, she came in really quiet, grabbed the fingernail cup. (we have a large cup full of nail clippers, files and tweezers and that's what we call it) He said she had sat in the dining room and he thought she was just clipping her nails or something. Well, she was there for a few minutes and Pat hears, "Dad? How do you get a toenail off?"
Well, he told me that her nail was deeply cracked to about halfway down the toenail and ripped to the side. The mere thought of this made my stomach churn and made me happy that I didn't have to be dr. mom. Ick. By the time I went to look at it, Pat had taken care of things and had it neatly wrapped in bandaids. I had asked her if it was bleeding and gross and she said, "Mom, I feel like puking!" I looked at my daughter and said, 'Now do you know why you have been told to wear tennis shoes?' I heard grumbles and chuckles as I walked away with a small grin on my face, you know, one of those, "Well, mom and dad were right" type of grins.
I do think that a valuable lesson was learned that night. Our son was pacing back and forth with this worried look on his face when I came out from talking to her. I grabbed him and hugged him and said, "Well, she's going to be just fine and her toe doesn't appear to be falling off so you can stop worrying." He laughed and said with a shy look, "I know mom."
Apparently mom and dad know a lot more then were given credit for but as I often say, 'Live and Learn.'
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