I had this horrible realization last night:
Valentine's Week had totally snuck up on me! I needed to A) buy supplies to make Valentines with Catherine for her preschool party this week AND B) solidify my idea for a teachers' gift, buy supplies, create, and deliver 64 Valentines gifts to the elementary school I serve.
I was already going to bed WAY too late, but I just determined that when I woke up, I would have to put the pedal to the metal and go, go, go!!!
Because a chiropractor appointment also snuck up on me, Catherine joined me for that this morning. I prepped her about expectations for her behavior and expectations of what Mommy would be doing and not doing during the appointment. We packed snacks for her, and she basically left a trail of Cheerios wherever we went.
Up next we went to a friend's house for an indoor moving sale. There were tons of things to look at, so I sent Catherine to play with my friend's daughter. The next thing I know the girls have gotten into stuff they weren't supposed to, and Catherine has literally gotten into something she shouldn't have. She had put her finger in a bottle of hot tub test strips (I had never heard of such a thing before today) and gotten it stuck.
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| My friend (not me) had the sense to remove the cap from the bottle. |
I couldn't get it unstuck.
Baby oil didn't help.
I started thinking we were going to have to go to the ER to get this stupid bottle removed.
At one point or another, Catherine, myself, my friend, my friend's daughter, my friend's husband, my friend's mother, and one other lady to whom I was never introduced were all gathered in my friend's bathroom trying to solve the problem.
After awhile some sort of heavy duty wire cutters were brought in (hold me, Jesus!), but there was no way I could even attempt to use them. So my friend's mom (who apparently has some sort of medical training) stepped up. God bless her. I had never even met her before. She worked hard and carefully with the heavy duty cutters and then also floral wire cutters to set Catherine's finger free finally.
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| Taking a break mid-cutting to ice the finger |
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| Yep, quite a bit swollen |
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| Dunkin |
Needless to say, the day was not at all what I had planned. By the time we were done there, Catherine just wanted to go home instead of Target for our Valentine errands, and I couldn't really blame her. It was exhausting emotionally to take part in that. Unfortunately, she only napped about 30-45 minutes, and the rest of the afternoon was pretty much down the crapper.
Then Daddy was delayed in getting home, which drives me even further off the crazy cliff.
Pretty much the only resolution to the day was for Mommy to get away by herself.
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| My happy place - Target with Starbucks |
Thankfully I also came to the conclusion that A) Catherine will give pre-made Valentines to her classmates and B) Instead of individualized teacher's gifts like last year with 64 individually decorated and assembled gifts, I can deliver a stack of cups, containers of tea, and one note saying, "We think you're TEA-riffic! Help yourself to a cup!" in order to save myself hours of time and sanity (do you measure sanity in hours??). Hallelujah!
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| Last year's Valentines gift to the teachers. This year will be different. |
