Instead, I woke up to Mr. A in a teething fit of epic proportions. And for some odd reason, his teething episodes always mean NO MORNING NAPS!! So here we have an overtired, teething toddler screaming bloody murder at EVERYTHING humanly possible. I didn't cut his quesadilla correctly? Meltdown. Daddy put the monkey-harness on backward before our walk? Meltdown. Mom tried to suction the snot out of his nose? Meltdown. The great part about a toddler meltdown during nose-suctioning is that it almost always ends in a bloody nose. No, I didn't punch him, he turned his head quickly while the bulb was up there, resulting in a small scratch. The neighbors however, are not privy to this information, so when we finally get going on our walk, all they know is there was a possessed, screaming child in our house, and now he's coming out with a somewhat bloody nose. Greeeeat. And no amount of trying, begging or pleading is going to have him allow me to clean his face. What makes you think a child that wont let me get huge, airway-blocking boogers out of his nose is suddenly going to sit still and let you wipe off his face? That has about the same likelihood of him suddenly requesting lima bean souffle for dinner.
So here we go on our walk, A toddling along with his monkey harness on (due to his penchant for running after cars in the street) and E being cranky baby in the stroller. Of course, as we round the corner, we bump into our neighbors, and she notices his nose.
Its not even a bad bloody nose, it's just the fact that his nose is running (since he's teething) making it seem so much worse than it actually is.
They need to make a Labor Day for moms. A day of no responsibility, lots of booze, free childcare and house cleaners. Oh, and a paycheck. That would be nice.
“By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacation-less class.” - Anne Morrow Lindbergh