Today while I was in the shower Pierce tried to reheat leftover pancakes. He was told to heat them for 20 seconds. I think he typed in a few extra zeroes.
The whole house still smells like smoke. The pancake was black. The plate clearly didn’t survive.
Then a dear unnamed child was apparently bored enough to decide to suck on said child’s own arm. My children now know what happens when such foolishness occurs. The bruise is impressive.
Then Ellie threw a pretzel in the toilet. Another dear child feared a pretzel is more than the toilet can handle (Because why?! I remain confused at such reasoning.) and fished out the pretzel. With. my. kitchen. tongs. I remain skeptical that bleach is enough. I was going to throw them out, but Blaine seems to think bleach is adequate. I’m not sure it’s adequate to keep my stomach in check should I ever use said tongs on food. I just… can’t.
Then, contractions hit. Fast. Nausea hit. Hard. I got excited. Texted a friend to be sure I have childcare tonight. They stopped. Of course. Here I sit, sipping red raspberry leaf tea and hoping tomorrow is a better day. Or that I get to meet this baby tomorrow. A few days in the hospital, postpartum, sound like practically a mini vacation. Blaine, to be off of work and home alone with seven children prone to dipping kitchen utensils into toilets, trying to start fires in microwaves, and other craziness, without me, is definitely looking forward to those days. To be sure.
Charlotte Moore says
I am so glad the microwave didn’t catch fire. That could have been a lot more serious. I have to laugh at the tongs in the toilet. HAHAHAHA!! Would love to have seen that. I do think bleach will do the trick. I am sure you are looking forward to your mini vacation. Haha!! A hidden camera might be a good thing just to see how it really goes. (-:
PRAY all goes well and the little one arrives real soon.
Kirsten Pankratz says
Well, that gave me a good laugh! Guess it wasn’t too funny at the time but you know, I always wonder, is this the stuff that keeps us young, or is this where gray hairs come from….hahaha, praying labor for real starts soon.
Mary says
I’ve been checking to see when baby #8 makes its arrival. Lord willing we will be having our #8 this summer. How many home births have you had? I’d love to hear your birth story with going back to the hospital. We may be in the same situation.