Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Spider Girl

My poor little Hoot can't seem to catch a break these days.

As I blogged yesterday, she is finally getting over a bad case of Hand Foot and Mouth that has plagued her for more than a week now.  Thank goodness. It was a long week.

On Sunday, I noticed what looked like a big mosquito bite on her right arm. We live in the land of the mega-sized mosquito, so I didn't think too much of it. That is until Monday morning when my husband said, "Yeah, you should probably take a look at that.....  I don't think it's a mosquito bite."

Her poor arm was so swollen and hot to the touch.  She claimed it didn't hurt, but I honestly don't know how it couldn't have been hurting. Looking at it hurt me.

I was just going to keep an eye on it, but a friend put a little bug in my ear that I should probably have it looked at ASAP just in case it was infected.  Better safe than sorry. She wasn't trying to scare me, but a little girl she knew had just had the same thing happen and she needed antibiotics.

At first I thought it as no biggie, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that she was right. (Thanks, Mandy!! <3)

At about 1:15, I called our pediatrician's office to ask if they thought that I should bring her in.  I had just put Hoot down for a nap and Bug was fiddling around in my bed, fighting taking a nap herself.  They called me back and said that they thought that I should come in at 3:45.

Now, this may seem like no big deal to you, and despite the fact that our doctor's office is an hour and twenty minutes away, it really seemed like not big deal to me either. I agreed to come in and called my husband.

"Okay," he said, "but the trailer is still on the Suburban."


He had left the huge flatbed trailer attached to my car and heck if I know how to detach it and I sure as hell have no clue how to drive with a trailer.

So I did what any wife would do in my situation and I yelled at my husband.  LOL  He works 30 minutes away and was just headed into an appointment, but I told him to figure it out.

Soon, my dad came and saved me.  Thank goodness for him - but I probably don't want to know what was said about me in the conversation between my husband and my dad about what a baby I am in regards to the trailer and how I yelled at my husband. LOL

Any way, I woke Hayden up (she cried when she found out what I was waking her up for) and combed their hair and got everyone pottied and changed and gathered up all of the random crap we apparently need to travel (blankets, babies, Innotabs, books, diapers, extra clothes, kitchen sinks, etc) and we loaded up in the car.

It was promptly noticed by my kids that their stupid Innotabs needed batteries(if you don't know what that is, click here - we love them - but they eat batteries like nothing else) and by me that we needed gas.

We pulled up at the Maverik, where it was promptly realized by me that I had forgotten my debit card, credit card, and all other forms of payment and ID at home.

Sooooo, back home to retrieve them we went.
I ran in and grabbed my stuff.
Annnndddd then back to the gas station we went.

All the while my kids are crying and whining because a)the stupid Innotabs didn't miraculously begin to work again (imagine that), b)they think that we are not going to the Maverik anymore to get gas/snacks/batteries and we are just going home (not true), c)the little one never had a nap and the big one got woken up from hers, and d)they are fighting because one is looking at the other or touching the other's blanket or saying something that pisses the other off (isn't that supposed to come later in their lives?) or any number of other ridiculous things.

We hadn't even made it out of town and I was already late and ready to drive my car off of a cliff.

So we filled up the gas tank, and went inside the Maverik. In a gas station spending frenzy, we picked out snacks, drinks, and batteries.

Finally we can hit the road.

I am balancing three drinks and the bag of snacks and trying to lead two small children out the door and to the car when (of course) Hayden (loudly) announces that she has to poop.

We are so late right now.

But I am not willing to deal with a 3 year old with poopy pants on the way there.  Or ever.  So I herd everyone into the Maverik bathroom, all the while balancing three drinks and all the snacks.

The kids file into the large bathroom stall and I follow them in. I immediately shriek and shove them back out when we discover that something totally disturbing and gag worthy has occured all over the seat of the toilet and the floor.  I have little kids and have seen a lot of gross things happen in a bathroom - but whatever had happened in here was beyond words.We squeezed into the small stall, drinks and snacks and all. It was by no means spotless (and at this time is VERY crowded) but it was exponentially cleaner than the other one.  I will nevert be the same after seeing the other one.  Shudder.

But I digress.

At this point, I was still balancing all of the drinks and snacks and trying not to let Carly touch anything and trying assist Hayden with her pooping process - all in the world's smallest bathroom. And Hayden was taking forever.

My patience is already waning.  Well, actually, my patience is already drained.

After all of that, we shuffle out to the car at a snail's pace (why do kids walk so. damn. slow.??) and we load up and we can FINALLY hit the road.

Oh, wait - the stupid Innotabs.  Kids crying.  Needing batteries. Holy crap.  Shoot me.  I stop AGAIN, replace the batteries so that the whining will stop, and NOW we can FINALLY hit the road.

Holy hell.  All of that drama was exhausting.

And we are supposed to be at the doctor's office in an hour.  To bad it takes an hour and twenty minutes to get there.


And of course, the adventure didn't stop there.

Even though the weather had been pretty windy at home, it had been dry.  That was not the case by the time we got halfway to Carson - it was like a torrential downpour. We live in the desert for Pete's sake! We don't have rain like that!!  Pilot cars were leading drivers around water in the roadways, flash flood warnings were issued, the rain fell so hard and fast and the wind blew my car all over the road. It was like  whitewater rafting in a Chevy Suburban.

All of this for a spider bite.

When we finally made it to the doctor's office, they were kind and understanding about our lateness and ushered us right back into an exam room and took a look at Hayden's arm.  Dr. R. confessed that the reason that she wanted us to come in was because she was concerned that it would need to be cut and drained.  Thankfully that wasn't the case - I'm not sure that I could have handled that.  Thankfully, all it needed was a prescription for antibiotics and for us to keep an eye on it.  She drew a black circle around it with a Sharpie and told us that if it gets any bigger or looks any different, to call her back.

So we loaded up in the car again  for our long ride home. Carly screamed for 45 minutes before she finally fell asleep.  Hayden whined the entire way because she wanted to stop at Target.  It continued to rain like crazy.  And I continued to lose my mind.

Thankfully, when we got home, my husband was waiting there with pizza and wine and my kids were appeased for 30 minutes with Play-Doh so that I could decompress.

How something so simple became such a drama I don't know, but I do know this:

This is one brave, strong, adorable little kid.

And that is one huge spider bite.

Later in the evening, she looked at me and said, "Hey Mom! Isn't this how Spiderman getted to be a super hero?!"

Yes, my love, it is.


She is totally worth taking a wild trip to the doctor's office.  What a girl.


  1. OMG, BEST REAL LIFE STORY of a SAHM's day EVER! I feel like my day is like that (the craziness, not the spider bite :)) everyday! I hope the spider bite is going away! Thanks for sharing!!! Made me smile!

    1. The spider bite is nearly gone and required no further intervention, thank goodness. After that adventure, I don't have the energy to leave my house for the rest of the week. LOL Sometimes, I think that people have an idyllic vision of what SAHM's lives are like - and it just isn't that way! My life is like (barely) controlled chaos ALL THE TIME. Everyday is like this to some degree!! LOL!!!!