10.11.2008

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

I wasn't sure how to write up this day so I decided to divide it into three sections: The Good. The Bad. The Ugly.

The Good. Today is Saturday, traditionally one of the more difficult days when hubby is out of town. I had planned ahead and bought tickets to Harold and the Purple Crayon at Glen Echo's Adventure Theatre. It was fantastic. My kids absolutely loved it--as did I. The good part: the best my kids were today was during the 55-minute play. I guess I should be proud and excited that I had at least that break.

The Bad. I knew I was in trouble when before 8 a.m. Anna and I were already arguing--about cereal, yogurt, clothes, the weather. We were set to go to the play. I packed a picnic (see, I'm not a mean mommy, even if she says I am.) So we headed out for the day. I had to listen to fighting the whole way there. I put them in time out right before the play. And I had to chase Anna down as she sprinted out of the theater and headed down the hill.

The highlight was when Anna spotted an overweight man walking into the theater and calls out "Mommy, it's a fat man!" Twice. We had fights the whole way to the car and the whole way home. I was exhausted by the time we arrived home.

The Ugly. Just as I put everyone down for a nap, I fell down the stairs. It was bad. I cried. After peeling myself off the floor and thinking this was going to hurt tomorrow, I thought, "Dammit, how will I attempt the gym tomorrow?" Seriously, I was looking forward to my Sunday morning workout. ARGH! Then I looked in the mirror. It was bad. I was cut up and bruised--blue, purple, green. Bad! Too much Grey's Anatomy has me thinking about internal bleeding and whether I'll survive or not. See, there really is only room for one drama queen in this house and it's me! So after an ice pack, some Arnica cream, Advil and wishing for a drink, the kids were up. I showed them what happened--hoping for some sympathy which I did get from my son. He felt so bad and offered me a big hug. Anna? Do you know Anna's response? She looked at me and started crying, screaming in fact. When I asked what was wrong? She told me her arm was asleep and it hurt so bad. [Pause]

Do you know what she was doing? She was trying to outdo me. I'm not kidding because between tears and pants she opened an eye to make sure I was watching. And then sobbed some more and fell on the ground.

And now I'm off to bed with an extra dose of Advil.

8 comments:

Casey said...

Oh no, that's terrible! Medical dramas and Google are your worst enemy when trying to self-diagnose. I hope you feel better in the morning and that Anna's fake injury heals too!

kim said...

I'm so sorry about the crappy day. Since I'm not drinking right now, you're welcome to raid my liquor cabinet and drown your sorrows in Caribbean rum anytime. Hope tomorrow (and your aches!) get better asap...

Cara Fox said...

OMG I'm dying about the ANna story. Piece of work, that girl - LOL. You'd better give up your queen of the household crown now - I think your little princess is about to make you abdicate the throne.

ARomero said...

Linda, YIKES! I hope you are feeling better. Please let me know if I can help with! Feel better and tell Anna I hope her fake injury is feeling better too!

Stimey said...

Oh no! I hope you feel better. I fell down the stairs a few years ago. It was terrifying.

And that girl of yours...she's trouble. :)

Not the Norm said...

Wow she was totally trying to out do you! Hope you heal well.

Kate said...

Since your kids loved Harold, I've got a lead on another cute play they might like - my friend has the lead in Busytown: The Musical at Imagination Stage. It runs through November 2. I've heard it's great.

Cheryl Lage said...

Oooooof! Hope you are feeling much better! Just found you via BlogHer column...great blog!

(As a twin mom, do I count as a baby buncher? ;) )