entertainment.
Yes. Seriously.
Let me
back up:
Last
Tuesday, TLC and Little Girls were to come stay with me and My Sweet Hubby (MSH)
for four nights. TLC was going home, alone, on Friday morn. Then we were going
to take Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) and Baby Elle (aka Belle) home
after lunch on Saturday.
CHANGE OF PLANS. No shock here. What's new?
Belle had
been feeling icky for a few days. Not sleeping well. LL had already visited
their pediatrician week before last and had one ear infection and pink eye (NOT
from Grammy—my pink eye was back in January. Whew.). TLC knew she’d better not
drive two hours away from home—to the country—with a sickly baby. She took
Belle to the doctor on Tuesday afternoon. Low and behold, she had TWO
ear infections and pink eye. Poor Baby.
Loaded up
with antibiotics and despite the fact that Belle hadn’t had a decent night’s
sleep (therefore TLC had had none, either) in days, TLC and The Little Girls
got here Wednesday afternoon. TLC was still going to go home Friday afternoon
and we were prepared to keep Our Little Angels until Saturday afternoon.
Wednesday
night? ROUGH. Not much sleep
happening in Belle’s crib. Thursday night? ROUGHER. Belle was awake from 11:45 until 4:15 . TLC had had virtually no
sleep in almost two weeks. I insisted she go into her old bedroom and crawl into bed
with LL. (LL had no clue TLC was even there. She was surprised when she
woke up the next morning.)
Grammy
ELC? I got a little less than three hours of sleep Thursday night. I ended up
putting Belle in our bed at 4:15 . MSH went ahead and got
up—sitting quietly in the den, reading his iPad. I was grateful to him. He’d not
had a lot of sleep himself, but he gave me his side of the bed so Belle could
have mine. Baby Elle was having nothing to do with her crib. I mean NADA. We fear
this is going to be a new pattern and we’re not sure what we’re going to do
about it during future visits. Sigh. She screamed every time I
attempted to put her down in it. Which was a minimum of THIRTY times in those
four hours.
TLC woke
to learn how bad the night had been and realized Belle would have to go back
to the doctor. MSH and I asked if we could keep Biscuit until Sunday or Monday.
(Sadly, TLC and Her Hubby were going to have to drag Belle around looking at
homes in the town they are going to move to soon…and stay out of their house
with her while prospective buyers looked at their home.) TLC and Belle left
about 12:30 —after lunch. I cried. The weather was scary. It had all
become quite stressful and worrisome. I did my best to hide my tears and fears from
LL. TLC made it home and to the doctor's office with Baby Elle sleeping the entire time. Two and a half hours. God love and bless her pooped little heart.
The Trip
to Walmart (aka Hellmart/aka WallyWorld) happened Saturday morning. In the
midst of all of our trials and tribulations, we were having rain. A very acceptable
amount! Some quite heavy and with some high winds. (We refuse to allow ourselves to complain about
rain. We simply cannot.)
(Friday
afternoon, after TLC and Belle had headed to the Metroplex, MSH and I took LL into town for some MoYo--MSH’s name for frozen yogurt—no matter what the yogurt store/business is
called—he calls it MoYo. We’d hoped to run into Walmart for some food items.
Just a few. I’d also told LL she could get three things. A game. Two little
“cars” that she wanted for herself and Baby Elle. Some jellies (plastic shoes).
While we were in the MoYo store, a storm came up. Ominous looking. We made the
decision to get home as quickly and safely as possible and try to do Walmart
Saturday morn.)
Saturday
morn it was still rainy, but we were thinking we could get tres bored in the
house all day. We went to town soon after breakfast. Our 60-Minute-At-The-Most-Including-The-Trips-Back-And-Forth-Adventure turned into 2 1/2 hours! MSH roamed the Hellmart aisles alone
while Biscuit and Grammy slowly perused the toy aisles, clothes 'and shoes' areas,
crayons' and stickers' aisle. We had FUN . We didn’t buy too many things
not on our list (Truth, TLC. Teeheehee!). We departed for home to enjoy
a lovely, gluten-free lunch of beef hot dogs (Oscar Mayer “Natural”—YUMMO), tater chips and
a Disney game!
Meanwhile,
Baby Elle got a horrid shot late Friday afternoon. She’d had three of them a few
months ago—one per day for three days in a row. TLC knew how much it was going
to hurt her. Had to be done. She’s gotten better and better with each passing
day, thank You, Lord! Belle's doctor told TLC Belle could only have one shot this time. It needed to work.
Saturday
evening, Biscuit and Grammy spent the night over at our Barn apartment! She
loves it there. Her first time to stay there (It’s never necessary. She’s
had her own room at our home since she was born!) was last Summer. She’s bugged
us and bugged us to do it again. We’d be
sixty yards away from our home, in a quiet/cool apartment, and MSH could work
on hunting down an armadillo that was demolishing our yard and gardens. I said:
OKAY!
Biscuit
and I had a wonderful night of sweet sleep! (The Armadillo Hunt was, sadly, futile.) We packed up her bags after
breakfast Sunday morn, made her a car picnic lunch, and took her to meet her
Mama and Belle Sunday around noon . (We meet at a Target in Euless
Note: We (When I see “we” I mostly mean
ME.) did have an unfortunate incident on the way to meet TLC. I was driving my
car and was stopped by a Highway Patrol Officer. (A beautiful young woman!) For
speeding. First stop in about eight years. I’ll cover that debacle in my next post. Suffice it to say I was not
proud Little Leighton saw it all go down from the backseat. Sheesh.
MSH and I
have a HUGELY big/cRaZy/frantic week coming up. Hope Y’all’s will be smoother and
easier than what we’re expecting. Yikes.
It’s
JUNE, Y'all! Have a Marvelous Monday and Wonderful Week...wherever in the World you are...
Hugs,
ELC
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