If you missed the start of this series, you can find it here. A lot of things will be the same or very similar.
Getting Ben to bed went fine. No problems. He even ate all of his dinner. Younger Daughter decided not to do Postmates so I didn’t have to go pick her up. It was SOOO nice to have a stress-free evening. Too bad it was so dang hot!
I braved the heat to check out the sky and sunset
… but it was meh. It was pretty, it’s always pretty, but it was still over 80°F (27°C) and humid. We don’t DO humidity in my corner of SoCal, we’re used to drier heat. I decided to go do the grocery shopping and get it over with. I’m an original member of The Procrastinators Club but find lately that The Sword Of Damocles has more importance. Sigh! I’m getting more responsible in my old age.
Yadda yadda yadda, grocery shopping, blah blah blah, collapsing on my bed after. At least it was done. I dozed in and out. I wrote one email, and was planning to write a second but couldn’t remember what I wanted to write about to the other person. My brain was toast, overdone toast. So I wrote to the other person that I couldn’t remember what I wanted to tell them. I hope they got a chuckle out of it.
I was going to eat something but it was still so warm and yucky at midnight that I just took my pill and went to sleep properly. I had been dozing in and out, I couldn’t stay awake, and there was really no reason to.
Ben and Zeus got up at 3:00am. I felt Zeus jump on the bed and begin sniffing. I was laying on top of the bed, no blankets… too hot. I heard Ben continue down the hall, so silly me, I was hoping he’d use the bathroom and go back to bed, or get in my bed. Nope!
Yep! 3:05 I was stumbling around the living room looking for something that Ben desperately needed. His chalk was dumped out, some of his dominoes were dumped out, he was UP!
I found the thing and got a “Thank you, Gramma.” It’s nice that the lessons on manners are sticking. Please and Thank you will help him a lot in life. Two simple phrases that dont get enough use, IMO.
Daughter got up at 3:30am and sent me back to bed. She had to tell me three times because I was not able to understand spoken words very well this morning. Ben decided to join me. He treated me to loud singing and many, many bedquakes. Zeus barked a few times to let me know he was there too. My boys love me.
The next time I remember is 7:10am. Daughter asked me why I was awake. The only answer I could come up with was “I woke up.” She said “Well, stop it, Crazy Lady. Ben had his meds and is playing in his dirt hole. Everything is fine. Go back to sleep.” I tried to wake up anyway, but was mostly unsuccessful.
I finally really woke up around 8:30 or 9:00. Then at 10:30, I took over Living Room Duty so Daughter could sleep. She put her clothes in the washer first. Yes, we’re actually doing laundry, finally! I know how exciting that is for everyone.
I sat on the couch and Ben sat next to me with his tablet. When he reached up to grab one of the throw blankets, my hope soared. I gave him his med at 10:45 and he laid down and went to sleep. YES!! Perfect!
I was concerned about him getting dozey around 3:30 or 4:00 this afternoon since he woke up at 3am. 10:45am was the perfect time for him to have a nap.
I went through my email and did some WP stuff, then went to switch the clothes in the washer at 11:30. As I was coming back with Daughter’s wet load of clothes, I went to step over the thing we have as a “fence” between the house and the property fence to keep Ben and Zeus out of the side yard, and I fell.
CW: NEXT PARAGRAPH DEALS WITH BLOOD
I scraped my entire left shin along the metal fence thingy. I got myself up and actually over the stupid thing and around and into the house to assess the damage. It was bleeding pretty bad, so I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I held the shower head over the area for a minute or so and it just kept bleeding. I needed to quit standing and get some bandages on it. Four – one inch square bandages and three regular bandages later, the blood stopped dripping down my leg. I went back to the couch and elevated it. I have morphine tablets if it keeps screaming at me, and a bag of frozen peas that makes an excellent ice pack. I was just glad that I was able to get up and take care of myself with everyone sleeping, and also glad that Ben especially was asleep so he wasn’t in the middle of me cleaning it up, wanting to inspect… little weirdo.
Around 1pm my leg needed more attention. One of the gashes could probably use stitches but I think butterfly bandages will do me fine. For now, I used some regular bandages to pull it together better, then wrapped the whole lower leg in one of my abdominal braces from my pump surgeries. I am always finding new and creative ways to injure myself!
At 1:30 Daughter got up and I gave my report. She went and got the medical kit and was going to do the butterflies then, but I told her we should just wait until they need to be changed. That the slap-dash I’d done at first was good for over an hour so it wasn’t that bad, and that I’d pulled it together better with the small bandages. She said “Whatever you say, Crazy Lady.” and agreed that she should go get the clothes from the washer.
So right before 2pm I drove across the street to do battle with the Quarter Lady. We had masked words… I told her I always use the quarters I get there in her machines. Two dryers at sixty minutes each is $5.00. She said “I don’t believe you.” Then tried to show me I was wrong at how much it cost. She didn’t have enough quarters but was getting more. So I used the ones she had and the ones I had saved and was loading the two machines when she brought over more quarters. I showed her, two machines at sixty minutes is $5.00. Since I had $1.25 in quarters already, I gave her four quarters back. Maybe she’ll quit giving me a hard time. She asked why I did them for sixty minutes. I told her I use medium heat and I want to make sure my Daughter’s nursing scrubs get plenty of heat. Maybe mentioning that Daughter is a nurse will back her off too. I will win this battle! I was gonna go somewhere else but she called me a liar, to my face. I do NOT lie. And I certainly do not lie about something as stupid as quarters. I’m in this fight to the end now! I thought about getting quarters somewhere else, but now I’m definitely going to make her give me $5.00 worth every single time!
At 3pm it was time to drive back over and get the clothes. The Quarter Lady and I exchanged a look across the room, across the various washers, promising there would be another battle on another day… Or maybe it was all in my head, I need new glasses. I brought the clothes home and folded and put away the load of my and Ben’s stuff.
I also brought in the emergency box of chalk from the car. Ben had been asking for new chalk since yesterday. This morning we looked online and ordered another BIG box. He still kept asking today. If it wasnt hot outside, if I didnt need to Drive Miss Daisy tonight, if Ben wasn’t a little off kilter from getting up at 3am, even though he napped for two hours… if frogs had wings, they wouldn’t bump their bums on lily pads. IF… The point is, I wanted to keep him in a good mood and was willing to do a LOT to keep things mellow. We had three more hours until we had to Drive Miss Daisy.
The chalk seemed to do the trick. Ben has been happily playing with it since I gave it to him. I can hear him singing from my room. We’re entering the countdown to the routine. First med will be between 5:30 and 5:45. Then dinner, bath and tonight, Driving Miss Daisy, then home to bed. It’s time for me to stay focused on HRH and keep the mellow relaxed vibe going.
Thank you for stopping by and doing laundry with us. Who knew laundry could be such a dangerous adventure?! Strange things happen at Casa Cuckoo, but we have a good time. Come by tomorrow. Daughter only has to work tonight and then is off for two more days. We’ll pick her up and see what kind of Adventures we can find.