Dual Posts

Well, I haven’t blogged in a while, so today I will bore you with two stories:

Flashback

Saturday was Bill’s (aka Mike’s) birthday. He wanted to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, have a few beers and play some trivia. This meant leaving Jake with Grandpa and step-witch. He hadn’t stayed with them in a long time and I figured we definitely needed a night out. Funny how life is so different these days.

2002

6:00pm: Napping after a long day of 2 classes to prepare for night out.
8:00pm: Wake up to get ready for night out.
9:30pm: Head out to Northgate (Aggie’s know what I’m talking about) to Par-tay!
3:00am: Head home, wonder how I got there and pass out (hopefully not hovered over the toilet) and fully dressed.

2009

6:00pm: Take child to “babysitter’s” house.
8:00pm: Already have buzz from drinking one beer (in my defense it was a 23 ouncer)
9:30pm: Head home, take shower and wash clothes because everything smells like smoke and then crash
3:00am: Wake up and wonder why I don’t hear the baby!

We had fun, even though our evening was over by 9:30. We were both looking forward to sleeping. Jake was sick pretty much all last week and hadn’t been sleeping. It was nice to be able to crash without worrying about when he was going to wake up. However, I did worry about what was happening where he was staying!

My, how things have changed!


Recall Queen

I’m sure you’ve all heard me talk about step-witch sending me recalls on all sorts of items. She’s so worried I’m going to be a bad parent, I guess. After getting some good shut eye Saturday night, Bill (aka Mike)and I woke up, had some breakfast and were going to get our grocery shopping out of the way before picking up Jake. I called Grandpa and step-witch to inform them. Lucky me, step-witch answered the phone. She starts complaining to me that Jake didn’t sleep because he can’t breathe, due to congestion. Duh, welcome to our world! The kid stays that way. I explained that I had given him some children’s Mucinex (only after speaking to my sister-in-law about it, who is a doctor) to help break up all the mucus. Oh dear God you would have thought I murdered her dog. I got lectured about giving him medicine. Then she says, “he’s wheezing!” No, you’re kidding? That’s why the child is on breathing treatments with Albuterol. She asks, “is he on that because he has asthma?” Well, the doc doesn’t think it’s reached the point of asthma yet, but had us continue on the treatments to help Jake breathe better. Again, you would have thought I killed her dog. “All those things are bad for his liver!” It’s basically a no win situation. I just wanted to get off the phone so I didn’t have to listen to her anymore.

Then she says to me, “well, Jake had a tumble this morning!” WHAT? “He’s got a big knot on his forehead. He was sitting in that chair, rocking, and he rocked it right over. He sure is strong. But I read the directions and they said he could sit in it in the rocking position until he can sit up on his own!” The kid has been sitting on his own since he was about 6 months old. I asked, “was he on the carpet or the hardwood floor?” “He was on the hardwood floor. I just feel terrible about it. I had to call my sister, cause she’s a nurse and she had to help me put ice on it. He was just screaming!” Well, wouldn’t you be screaming? The worst part is he was still strapped in when he fell over. The only way this could have happened is that she wasn’t watching him. He shouldn’t have been in the chair in the first place. I’ve tried telling The Recall Queen that it doesn’t matter what you’re child is doing, you have to supervise them. Duh! A parent leaves their child unattended, something bad happens, so the item gets recalled. Soon, you’ll see the stupid chair Jake was in being recalled cause she’s a freaking moron!

Needless to say, we skipped the grocery store and went right to pick him up. When I told her we were coming to get him she said, “but he’s sleeping!” “I don’t care if he’s sleeping, we’re coming to get him.” Then she said, “but I’m not even dressed!” My thoughts, “I don’t give a rats ass if you’re walking around naked (although that can’t be a pretty sight), we’re coming to get our child!”

We get there, Jake wakes up and he’s got a nice red, quarter sized knot right in the center of his forehead. I wanted to kill her. I took pictures. I might need them as evidence someday. They’ll call it self-defense. He won’t be staying over there again until he’s 16.