...Apparently There are Some Body Parts you Just Don't Need

Tonight has been one of "those" nights. You know, the type that needs to end in drinking mass quantity of alcohol ;)

It was a hectic day at work. Today marked "Go-Live" of the HR System I was hired to implement and manage. It took 9 months from project kickoff to get here, so needless to say although proud and happy....it's been an exhausting run.

So, when 5pm hit, I was READY to pick the guys up and head home.

I picked them up, packed them up and got out of there without issue (score)! I even walked them all the way home without any meltdowns. You see....this is when I should have known it would go South. These brief periods of calmness never last for us.

I get up to the house and un-clip the guys from the stroller. Both jump out and instead of going inside as I asked, bolted the other way. Under the giant evergreen tree they adore in the front. No amount of coaxing is working....I had to as per usual resort to slinking under the tree and hunting them down (aka: running around the tree 8 times). Finally got them out and Buddy bolts next door. Now I'm just getting pissy. I'm tired. Hungry. Done. To prove this point I revoked my prior promise of outside play after dinner. The result? screaming, crying and the usual drama. I finally got Buddy inside the house kicking and screaming. In the meantime, Little Man is looking Guilty and Slinky. I knew it right away: poo. Damn! Now I have one kid screaming and the other one with a full load. And dinner is nowhere in sight...

At this point I make the hasty decision to run into the kitchen and start something - quick. In the literally 30 seconds I was in there Buddy ramped up the tantrum. I called to him to come in and "help with dinner" which usually works to distract him and for a second I thought it worked - I could hear him approaching - when....BAM! I heard him fall. Then really, really bad crying. The kind that makes you stop in your tracks because you know it just aint right.

So, I ram out to find Buddy spewing blood from his mouth. Bad. Out come the ice packs and lots of paper towels. I literally couldn't figure out where it was originating from until the bleeding slowed. Then I realized when I pulled his upper lip up....the little piece of skin that connects the inside of his upper mouth to his gums was non-existent. Completely severed. His gums were already turning purple. Lovely.

While I'm attending to this drama I have Little Man pulling at my pants yelling, "BumBumBumBumBum".... Because the overwhelming stench of shit didn't clue me in to the fact he needed to be changed, apparently.

Meanwhile, my chana masala is boiling over on the stove.

I finally get the blood slowed, Buddy under control, Little Man changed and juuuust get them settled when Super Husband walks in.....

You know what they say: timing is everything.

Oh, I did call Telehealth and apparently Buddy will be just fine. The frenulum may or may not reatach....but in either case he is going to be a-okay....because apparently it serves no purpose anyway. Go figure.

I think my scars from the evening will take longer to heal :)