Jinx! Jinx Again!

You can never have too much "Frozen" soundtrack humor, right?  Hahaha.  Well, those lyrics popped into my head SEVERAL times today as I thought back on my optimistic post from last night of the week's promising start.  I totally jinxed myself.

It all started around 12:30 last night when Jane set up camp on the floor by our bed and started whimpering about her lip hurting.  I probably got up a half a dozen times over the next hour and a half trying to help her get more comfortable.  You know -- getting her pillow and blanket from her room, getting her some water to drink, running downstairs and finding an ice pack in the freezer to hold against her mouth, and finally, groping around the top of my dresser {blindly and in the dark} trying to feel around for the bottle of children's Motrin that I knew was on there.  Somewhere.  Thank goodness there was JUST enough of the chewable pills left for her to take and around 2 I think we both drifted back off to sleep.  And then, of course, came the next challenge -- Sophie stumbling into our room and wanting to sleep in our bed.  Scott took that one for the team and brought her back to her room and eventually we were all able to settle back in and enter slumberland once more.

The errand I tried to run this morning to return some things at the mall was an absolute exercise in futility -- with both Alex and Jane at an all-time emotional high -- and when we finally left and were running out of time to make it to preschool, I decided to just keep her home for the day anyway since she seemed to be such a mess.  We stopped at a playground on the way home which seemed to improve both of the little ones' spirits, but at this point I was starting to get a little concerned about Jane's lip.  She had continued to complain about it hurting throughout the morning and when I ventured a peak inside, it still looked pretty horrifying -- basically still a gaping hole.  After calling the dentist, they agreed she should come in for a look and a couple of hours later I was standing in the office listening to the dentist and his assistant express their major concern as well.  The assistant {a slightly elderly lady with a bit of an extremist take on things}, declared that if it were HER child she would be getting a plastic surgery consult "with one that pretty."  Mmmmmkay.  The dentist was definitely less extreme, but still took the wound pretty seriously and attempted to get a hold of a periodontist colleague for a consult to make sure that the lip heals properly.

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Meanwhile, envision the following scene -- Alex and Jane were running rampant all over the office {think climbing on chairs, spinning on chairs, going in rooms they weren't supposed to, running away, etc.} and not listening one whit, while I could hardly concentrate on what the dentist was saying due to the stress of trying to keep them under control {obviously unsuccessfully}, and I could tell the assistant was THISclose to losing it with them as well.

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In the end, we left with some Periogard to swish in her mouth a few times a day, prescriptions for Amoxicillin and some dental paste with Tryemcinolone in it to work as a kind of salve to heal and protect it, and orders to come back in a week for them to check on the healing progress.

 Playing peacefully in the waiting area before we were called back for the appointment.  I always like a good calm before the storm shot.  Hahaha.

That should have been enough for the day, right?  Wrong.  As I was waiting in the pharmacy drive-thru line, I got a call from the kids at home -- who had just gotten off the bus -- and a worried report from Grace {or maybe Ethan? I can never tell them apart on the phone} that Sophie's breathing was "TERRIBLE" and her face was all red and she was crying.  What the bunnysauce???  I told them I'd be home in just a couple of minutes, but to go ahead and start a breathing treatment for her and I'd check on her when I got there.  

Once I was home, I was a bit concerned to see how red her face was, but she insisted that she hadn't eaten anything new or different and she hadn't gotten anything on her face.  After hearing Ethan say that his eyes had been itchy and watery and bugging him all morning, I decided that the culprit was most likely seasonal allergies and I dosed them all with some Claritin which eventually seemed to do the trick.

That's the dissolvable Claritin tab on her tongue, in case you were wondering.

I'm tired.  It's been a long day and I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that it will not ALSO be a long night.  This is one cruel April Fool's Joke that the Universe is playing on me today.  Hahaha.  Oh well.  It's the frustrating and difficult times that help us to have more appreciation for the wonderful times, right???  Right.  And on that note, I'll sign off.