Like A Stuck Pig
You know what’s not fun? Hearing a ruckus happening upstairs just as you’ve decided it’s time to turn in for the night and, upon investigation, finding your sons’ room looking like a scene from CSI.
BLOOD!
EVERYWHERE!
BEDS!
FLOOR!
WAAAAALLS!
Is it bad that my first thought was, "Ach! Beige carpeting! I’ll never get that out!" Because that was my first thought. By the way, Google said window cleaner with ammonia in it would break down the enzymes in blood making it easy to soak it right out of clothing and carpeting. Google spoke true. And my college days attest to the fact that said window cleaner also gets Kool-aid out of carpet. You know? I don’t think I’ve ever used the stuff on windows. Stainless steel, countertops, microwaves, but never windows. I’ll have to try that out sometime. But I digress.
My second thought? "Who’s bleeding?" My hand immediately flew to my face. Just in case I was having some sort of premonitory hallucination. I wasn’t. It was bed check time.
Ethan? Fast asleep.
Gideon?
Gideon?
I followed the blood trail to the bathroom and found my poor little Peanut standing there with a wad of tissues held up to his face and his pajamas drenched in blood. No tears though. Because, "Bleeding is fun!"
So I spent a good portion of that night mopping up blood.
And again two days later.
And then again at the gym after having a nursery worker hustle up to me while I was on the treadmill and tell me that there was a "little accident" in the Kids Court. I cannot get that horrid metallic smell out of my nose!
And all I could think of was a scene from a movie (or maybe it was a book) that I watched/read ages ago where a girl wakes up in the middle of the night to find her sister in the bed next to her spouting blood profusely from her nose, only to have her go to the doctor, find out it was lupus (or some other sort of cancer-type disease), and then spend the next few months watching her sister slowly die. I no longer remember the name of that book/movie, but that scene seems to have stuck with me. In great detail, apparently.
By the way, Gideon’s doctor says that picking your nose in the middle of the night is not fatal.
Phew!
Humor-Blogs.com is not First-Aid certified.
And the thing is they’ll never to confess to having picked it. My son does the same thing, and then WHAM, bloody nose.
Being a mom is SO fun, isn’t it?
Comment by Claudia — May 8, 2008 @ 5:34 am
Kinh picked her nose so hard the other day that she got a bloody nose. So silly.
Great tip about the cleaner. Thanks!
Oh, and I’m glad that there’s no cancer or lupus at your house. haha
Comment by Nicole — May 8, 2008 @ 7:03 am
Claudia - It was three days before Gideon finally ‘fessed up to having picked his nose. And that confession only came because I told him I was going to make a doctors appointment and they would take blood to find out why he was bleeding!
Nicole - I get all my best cleaning tips from Google! You’d be surprised the things people need to clean up!
Comment by Melissa/Fold My Laundry Please — May 8, 2008 @ 3:47 pm
Crud…your funny.
Where are all your comments? You should be swimming in them. And did you have a different site before? Or has this always been your site.
What? I don’t know what I meant.
Anyhooo….its been a long day. And its only 4 p.m. *sigh*.
Am just going to read more and not comment so I don’t sound stupid.
Comment by Jonny's Mom — May 12, 2008 @ 12:09 pm
I was thinking it was from an after school movie about leukemia? I am glad it was just from picking boogers!
Comment by Heidi — May 12, 2008 @ 12:11 pm
I hope we get an update on this…or did the 5K do you in?
Comment by Jonny\'s Mom — May 12, 2008 @ 12:12 pm