Queen of Rambles

The rice is bubbling away in the rice cooker, the Americanized Swedish Style Asian beef is doing whatever it does in the oven, and we are all alive. Alive I tell you!

Today has been one hell of a day. I feel like we’ve been through a battle and my house would agree, but I guess if we all have our fingers and toes and eyeballs we’re doing ok.

It started last night when Erik got the mop out of the closet and it fell and hit the plugged in vacuum’s power button. It turned on and Erik had a case of hysterics unlike any I’ve seen before. He’s normally such a happy, care free child that I didn’t even know what to do. After a lot of hugging and kissing and boobie, he was ok. He hopped off my lap, walked up to the vacuum and TURNED IT ON.

Then he had another case of hysterics.

Maybe he has brain damage.

Today he wouldn’t even come out of the bedroom until I moved the vacuum cleaner. I had to drag it out later to clean up his lunch mess (I bought a Kone dustbuster thing this afternoon!) and he was totally freaking out again. It was getting on my last thinly stretched nerve.

He climbed up on my lap, tried to climb up on my head, and suddenly he was flying. He landed with a BANG on the floor, head first.

Hysterics again.

He finally went down for a nap and I decided to make some Very Berry Honey Wheat Muffins before my berries went bad. I threw in some thawed out frozen strawberries and realized they needed to be cut up in bits. I grabbed the kitchen shears and started composing a hi-larious post about the irony of me thinking Annica was nuts for using her kitchen shears for everything from pizza to broccoli and here I was cutting up strawberries, when SNIP. . . BLOOD. . .PAIN. My hands were covered with blood and strawberry gore so I couldn’t even tell if I needed stiches or not (conclusion: not).

Anyone want a very berry muffin? They are fortified with iron.

I thought we better get out of the house before anything else went wrong so we headed off to Target and then the train station to pick up Mike. While waiting for the train, I let Erik run hog wild down the bike trail that goes around a little fake lake. He was squish squish squishing through mounds of goose shit, making my stomach turn in disgust. He was having fun, though, so I let him and planned on burning his shoes when we got home. Suddenly THWACK. . . he was on the ground, face five centimeters away from a gooey pile of goose shit.

Hysterics from him (not sure why, he falls all the time and never cries). Vomiting from me (not really, but I felt like it).

Wheeeeee!!! Fun day.

We picked up Mike, we came home, I gave Mike the POD-nod* and started chopping green onions.

Suddenly I hear THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD and realize someone is falling down the stairs. I scream out and rush to the end of the stairs just in time to see Erik hit the floor head first.

My heart jumped out of my throat then dropped through the bottom of my stomach. I did cardio today, but I can’t imagine my heart rate being any higher than it was at that moment.

Hysterics again, boobie again, suddenly the boy was happy and wanted to do it again. Freak.

So we are alive and happy and hoping to stay that way.

Battlestar Galactica tonight! If you aren’t watching, you’re missing the best series on TV.

*POD=parent on duty

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