Tonight, Chris ended up working later than he already thought he was going to work. Which was really his loss because it was taco night, and our fiesta waits for no one.
I knew it was going to be a rough night for Gracie from the minute I picked her up at daycare. She was in that hysterically excited mood that means she is one giggle away from breaking down in tears. And you really want to avoid tears with Gracie. Remember when she was all colicky as a baby? Well, she’s kind of like a colicky two-year-old. Once she starts crying, you best settle in and pop some popcorn. It’s going to be a while.
Anyway, I was able to get her home before the crying started. But just barely. It seemed like the minute we walked inside the house, she melted down. I think it was because Lucy licked her. And then she never stopped crying. I cooked dinner with her sitting on the floor at my feet, sobbing. I helped Bean with his homework (he brings one worksheet home every Wednesday night) with Gracie sitting in my lap, whimpering. I sat through dinner with the kids and tried to talk to Bean about his day while Gracie screamed from her chair. Finally, I sent her to her room, which just got her revved up all over again.
Bean and I finished dinner and we went upstairs to take baths. I could not get Gracie to calm down, but she didn’t have a bath last night, so I ended up stripping her down and sitting her in the bathtub still crying.
And then it happened.
Gracie got herself so worked up that she started gagging. Which made Bean start to panic because he was sitting in the bathtub next to her. But before he could get himself out of the bathtub, Gracie threw up. And then all hell broke lose in about 3.6 seconds:
Bean screamed and jumped out of the bathtub. But he tripped because he moved so fast. To break his fall, he put his arms out and caught on to one of the bathroom drawers that was hanging open. Only, the weight of his body pushed the drawer shut, slamming his fingers in the drawer. Bean starts crying.
While this is going on, Gracie was so freaked out by Bean’s sudden bolting out of the bathtub, that she flipped herself over backwards and went head first into the throw up that was now floating in the bathtub.
At this exact same moment, some alarm company salesman rang our doorbell. Which sent our dogs, who had been laying on the floor of the bathroom, into a frenzy. They tore through the bathroom, legs flying and barking, slamming Bean’s hand into the drawer again. AGAIN!
Finally, in a moment of primal instinct, I yelled out, “NOBODY MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I somehow managed to get both kids out of the bathtub, into jammies, and into bed. I have no idea how. By the time Chris got home, I was standing in our living room, mumbling something about margaritas and bubble baths.
Some days are better than others. For me, that day… was yesterday.