It began with the usual barrage of requests.
"Juice!"
"Where's my oatmeal?"
"Mo-meeeee!"
"Crackah Peez!"
"Hold me Mommy!"
"I come with you?"
"Color Thomas!"
"Juice!"
"I want bottle!"
"Two Cheez-its Peez!"
You get the picture.
But Friday was particularly busy because I had a funeral to sing at 11:00, and I had to get the condo ready for our FIRST showing. We had been up until 1:45 a.m. cleaning in preparation, but there was still a lot to do, and I also had to prepare instructions and lunch plates for Dee and my parents to give the kids.
I should also mention that the triplets have gotten very good at climbing into the home office area (AKA - DMZ) and will do so if I leave them for a minute. This makes getting anything done without a sitter virtually impossible.
The funeral went well (Yay for caffeine!) and when I got home the kids were just finishing lunch. I put them down for a nap, knowing that even if one had trouble falling asleep, there was no way I was going to let them out before it was time to go get Lili at school. I raced around, at first it was at a steady pace. Then as time began to run out I was racing, adrenaline pumping. Toward the end I did have to do a little "dash and stash", but still the condo hasn't looked that good in three years.
Lili had Lego Club at school, so I was picking her up a little later. Instead of being able to drive up in "car line" and have her loaded in, I had to go into the office. I decided to use the wagon instead of the stroller. They like it more and are pretty good about staying in it if I keep moving.
I got everyone out of the van, into the wagon, clicked the button to remotely close the van door and began to pull away. I met with resistance. Looking back I see that Joe's thumb is caught in the back hinge of the door. Frantically I fumble with the remote to unlock the van and get the door open as he begins to scream. It seemed like an eternity, and finally it opened. He cried and cried. They gave me a cold pack in the school office, but I knew I needed to bring him to the ER to be sure he didn't break any bones.
So I'm racing to Portsmouth, trying to call Jim so he can meet me and help with the other kids. But he isn't at his desk, and he doesn't have his cell phone. I can't remember his coworkers last names, so I tried a couple of random extensions but everyone was gone for the day. Finally I called 411 and got another number that allowed me to be connected to the Technology Dept., and he answers the phone! (My name came up on the phone display of the office in which he was meeting.)
After three x-rays (and Eve getting her hand closed in the exam room door) it was determined that he probably doesn't have any breaks, but will need Motrin or Tylenol for comfort for a while. Lili, Faith and Eve all had much fun entertaining the staff and getting lots of stickers. Joe didn't want his stickers. He was still very sad and wasn't using his right arm at all.
It wasn't until we were home that I realized his elbow joint had been pulled out (nursemaid's elbow). Because this has happened before I actually know how to reset it. Soon Joe began to cheer up a bit and had some dinner.
Joe likes retelling the tale repeatedly in his own words.
"Fum..............car...............fum................car"
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