Middle child busted, hubby steps in poo, fish throw stones

I’ve started week four without a laptop, currently I am using one that the store loaned to me while I await the okay for brand new computer. It seems they were unable to repair my motherboard or find a replacement, plus the LCD panel is shot, and there isn’t a part available for it either.  Geez.

So what has been happening with me – lots!

First I busted middle child, which had both of us laughing for a few days. What happened you ask? Some of you may not know that middle child is neither a child nor a teenager, she is a young adult doing her own thing.  Me, well I do not sleep well, I’m up numerous times throughout the night. So as it happened, I was outside on the front porch around 2 a.m. when a cab pulled up beside the house. Ah middle child has arrived home, but not by herself, she has brought a boy, hmm. She first tries to sneak him in the front gate, which is ridiculously silly since it is only a few steps from the front porch. Unable to open the lock, she realizes she has no choice but to walk by mom (I’m laughing as I watch her). She quickly races past me, and I assume she hopes the boy does, but nope! Like any mother who sees her daughter bring someone home, I hold my hand out to shake his while I introduce myself (oh I’m cruel!). Being a polite young man, he shakes my hand and introduces himself (with a big grin on his face). They both enter the house, while I yell “Busted!”

The next day, hubby awoke at his usual time of 6:30 a.m. to get ready for work and feed the dogs.  Well it seems no one took the dogs out to do their business the night before, so one of them had an accident in the house, which my husband stepped in! After cleaning up that mess, Bear was sick and vomited on the landing. Another mess for hubby to clean up, only to step in another poo a few minutes later. It was not a good morning start for him!

Next up was the young man, who broke out with a case of chicken pox, this was the second time for him. I woke up with a stye in my left eye, so it was off to the family doctor for both of us. A prescription for me, rest and Benadryl for the young man. Thankfully the chicken pox  pretty much remained on his torso, but it was still quite itchy for him and my stye has cleared up.

Lastly our fish, which I seriously considered flushing down the toilet for a premature death the other day. I again woke up in the middle of the night only to hear noises that sounded similar to electrical wires arcing. Since I had my phone with me, I turned on the flashlight app and went on the hunt for the cause of the noise. After checking all floors, plus the electrical panel I went back to bed. After about another hour of sleeping, I once again woke to the weird sounds, unable to find anything the second time around, I went back to bed hoping that if there was a fire, our fire alarms would wake me. It wasn’t until the morning that I found out the source of the noise – the fish. Hubby, who had slept on the couch in the basement, explained the fish were picking up the stones on the bottom of the aquarium then spitting them out, hitting the glass. He too was very close to killing our pond fish, who spend winters in the house.

You’re huge!

A few years ago, my husband woke me up before he left for work to ask if his hand looked at all odd? I said no, it looked fine to me, and off to work he went. Later that day, he phoned me from work to tell me he couldn’t hold a pen in his hand because it was so swollen, so after speaking with his boss, he was off to see the doctor at work. Now, hubby works in a hospital so I wasn’t worried about his care, apparently though they had no idea what was wrong with him so they sent him home to see his own doctor. Next thing I know, hubby is calling me, he has to go for blood tests, they are quite concerned because his hand has ballooned in size. Now it is a hot summer day and I have the windows open when I drive down to pick him up to go to the lab. We are stopped at a red light in the left lane and there is a car beside us. His hand is on his lap. I look down at his hand, and in a loud voice, say ‘you’re huge!’ Now, not being to bright at the moment, but hubby is, he has me repeat the statement again. ‘You’re huge!’ Then I clue in, the windows are open, I’m staring directly at his lap, the woman in the car beside us does not see his hand. The light changes, she speeds off quickly. Hubby bursts out laughing.

Note: it turns out they think my husband had some sort of blood infection, he was put on steroids for the swelling which eventually disappears, and he is no longer ‘huge’.