Today was the day we were supposed to leave for our trip. Dave had to go to Colorado. He is working on his Master's degree online, but this summer (and last) he has had to go to the campus to do a week of intensives. Basically, he goes to school all day for a week. Instead of staying home and sitting around all week by ourselves, me and the kids have gone down to Albuquerque to visit grandma and grandpa.
This year, it was soooo much work to get ready - I'm sure in part due to my extremely slow and ever growing body. Dave had to work the day we were leaving and my plan was to have everything ready before but the packing. Instead, I had loads of housework, 2 loads of laundry, all the packing and a very busy little boy!
Max is generally very well mannered and fairly mellow. He definitely doesn't just sit around, but he stays out of trouble. Until.....mom needs to pay to spend the day frantically running around getting ready for our almost 2 week trip. The morning started out with quite the fiasco. We have a little resin figurine of 2 bears holding 2 dolls. Max calls it our "happily family". He regularly carries it around the house as a prized possession. But, for some strange reason, he decided it would be a great idea to throw it as high up as he could and try to catch it. Unfortunately, instead of catching it back in his hands, it landed smack in the middle of his forehead. He got a pretty good little cut that of course was gushing blood. This little figurine is quite hard, and I'm honestly surprised it didn't leave him with a concussion. But, he did have quite the bout of tears and mom had to spend quite a bit of time calming him down.
Poor Max with his gusher all bandaged up!So, I'm thinking....crisis solved. I had the kids sit down to watch a movie so I could continue with the days list of "to-do's". I should have known my kids better. They don't ever sit down and just watch TV, so why would they start on a day filled with so much anticipation?!?
Enter crisis number 2:
Max is a pretty lucky kid with this one. As I was packing, I realized that I forgot to get Bria some clean underwear. 2 weeks with the same pair is a little much, so instead of dragging my tired and fat body down the stairs myself, I asked Bria to run down and grab all the clean underwear in her dresser. She has an armoir dresser, so there are drawers on the bottom and shelves with doors on the top. Since Max is such a helpful and good boy, he decided he would just go take care of the task himself. Before I could even convince Bria to go down the stairs, we heard Max scream. He apparently pulled her drawers out and climbed on them to reach the shelves in the top of her dresser. Since there was so much weight in the front, the dresser fell forward, right on Max. Luckily - no VERY luckily - Bria has a little princess tea table that the dresser fell onto. So instead of crushing (and badly injuring or even killing) Max, there was a nice little crawl space that he would get out. It scared him, but other than that, he didn't even have a scratch. I, on the other hand, was completely distressed. There was a little boy at Dave's school last year who lost a 4 year old sister because she pulled a TV stand down on herself. So, needless to say, I had Max pretty close to my side for the rest of the day.
After a long day of packing and we started the first leg of our 14 hour drive at 6:00 p.m.
Driveing at night Good Idea!
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