He got in a fight with a cat and the window won.
I was lucky enough to have been a week ahead on my posts in Feb.
It was my plan to spend the last weekend of Feb to get March's posts ready to go.
Since Oklahoma was hit with bad weather. But that had been wishful thinking on my part.
The chaos started Feb 20th.
My daughter's school called, telling me I had to come get her, she had Head Lice.
I had the school nurse to check my son. He was clean of the little buggers.
So instead of working online, I was at war with the little buggers.
My mother did my daughter's hair while I washed and vacuumed the house on Saturday.
I don't think my kid's rooms have stayed clean this long ever.
Because of Bad Weather School was closed Monday 23th and Tuesday 24th.
She didn't pass Wednesday. So we moved the futon out the house. Since it was the only thing everyone but my son had in common, and me getting the vacuum after it wasn't cutting it.
We treated the rest of our hair.
All this time I'm collecting and tossing the bedding into the dryer every morning, including my son's.
I'm vacuuming the floors and the beds. My mother is spending hours nit picking my daughter's hair.
Thursday and Friday she still wasn't clean of nits.
Yes, I was emptying the vacuum and taking it out every day.
I even started getting the vacuum after my daughter's hair.
The only thing I can figure out is the buggers were hitching rides on the dog and cat.
Cause everything I was finding online says Lice can't live on dogs and cats.
Friday Feb 27th, we picked up my son early from school, another bad winter storm was dumping snow on us, and starting to make the roads bad. So I was looking forward to having the weekend in to getting started on March's posts.
I spent Friday evening dyeing my hair. My Salt and Pepper hair, was making it hard to see the nits in it. Saturday morning we dyed my mother's gray hair. The dye jobs certainly made it easier to see the nits. The dye, dyed the nits. So after we nit picked each other I asked my son to get his clean clothes out of the laundry so I could have some room in the laundry room to work.
I came to my desk booting up the computer getting ready to do March 4th's off the wall blog entry. I heard my son stomping to the laundry room, grumbling like a normal teenage boy.
So I thought to myself, ok I'll check my emails, then go hang up the load in the dryer then get serious about getting my blog entry done.
My son comes out of the laundry room wailing. "I'm Bleeding!"
I sigh and get up thinking ok, so I'll put a band aid on the Drama Queen and get back to work.
GODS!!! There is a blood trail from the laundry room to the hall where he was sitting pressing a towel on his right ankle.
He is on blood thinners, so I didn't start panicing until I got a look at his ankle.
"Mom, I can see bone." I hear him tell me as I pull the towel away to look at it.
The blood wasn't pumping out at me, so I wrapped the towel around his ankle and yelled at mom to get the car ready cause he needed stitches. Then started getting ready to go to the emergency room.
I glanced into the laundry room to see the window on the back door was broken. My daughter was starting to wail, that she didn't want her Bubby to die. I told my dad about the broken window in the laundry room, told my daughter to stay out of the laundry room, and that she was going to stay home with her popey, while we were moving to head to the car.
We get him in the car and start moving to remember that I had forgotten to grab his medicine bottles. So I yell to my mom to stop, cause I forgot his medicine. Biggest Mistake I made there. Which I discovered after I came running out of the house with the pill bottles in my coat pocket.
The car is stuck. Under the snow is a layer of ice. 911 time.
So my mom got to stay home with my daughter.
Luck was with the ambulance they didn't get stuck. So we got to our local hospital.
Where my brain decided to take a Fart.
The poor nurses and doctors had to ask the questions three or more times before my brain would come up with anything more than an uhm or hum.
The fact that he had been seen there when he was in the bus wreck saved me from having to answer a lot of questions.
After the 14 stitches and we were sitting in the Lobby waiting for their father to come give us a ride home. My son looks at me and says.
"Mom, you were embarrassing in there. I don't know if the doctor believed me when I told him you aren't as stupid as you sounded in there."
I laughed.
"I bet he is use to seeing dumbfounded parents. It just shows you how rattled you got me this time."
People have asked me how did he do it and I tell them,
He got in a fight with a cat and the window won.
I've gotten to see a lot of confused faces when they try to figure that out.
He was kicking at one of the cats outside that was hanging on the door looking in and the window broke.
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