Wacky

Today was Wacky Wednesday. This is how I sent my son to school. As I watched him walking down the street I was laughing and scared. He looked...well....kind of rebellious. I told him, "Just because you have crazy hair doesn't mean you can have crazy behavior."

The sweet boy with the mohawk said, "I know , Mom."



He had some other fun wacky people in his class, but he said he was the craziest. His teacher sounded pretty wacky to me though....different socks, different shoes, and a single pigtail.

My whole day was wacky. First, I had primary meeting. I wasn't going to go because Simone's nose was so disgusting. I was wiping it every 5 minutes. I didn't want to go and make everyone sick. I was told, "it's okay with me if you come"...so I went. I told them I was going to be late. I had to get the house ready to show JUST IN CASE someone came to see it in the 2 hours I would be gone--on a Wednesday. I had enough time for cleaning or a shower. I chose cleaning, and I am so thankful that I did. As soon as I got to the meeting Lincoln called and told me there was a showing scheduled in 30 minutes. I almost cried. I was so close to leaving the dishes in the sink, not making the beds, and leaving a huge pile of cardboard from a photo order on the kitchen floor.

We had another showing in the evening. I took the kids to Costco. We had to get Cy a new dog bed, and garbage bags. I had Simone in the baby bjorn, Talia wanted to ride in the cart, and Wyatt walked with me. By this time the Mohawk had died, in case you were wondering. =) We got a sample of spinach ravioli with pesto sauce and as we slowly walked away Talia said, "Mom, is that a boy or a girl?" She was talking about the woman (I think) that had just prepared our samples. She didn't say it quietly either. All I could say in a barely audible whisper was, "Don't say that so loud. You will hurt her feelings." I don't know what else to say about that....geez.

Then....no that deserves a THEN!!.....We got home and the kids played in the basement while I folded laundry. Talia was dancing around, and she asked me to help her with a back bend. I told her to push her arms up and get her head off the ground. She told me that it hurt her neck. She has been complaining of a sore neck for a few days. Every time I touch it, or Wyatt is too rough, or if I dry her hair with a towel too hard she would complain. I thought she had a crick in her neck from a nap without a pillow. Then I saw it. A lump. Lump doesn't describe it. Humongo mass should I take her to the emergency room??!!!----there, that describes it. It is under her jaw (lymph node) and is swollen clear up behind her ear. It is about 2.5 inches long and rock hard. Scary. I called my pediatrician, my Mom, and Christie's husband, Dr. Brent. They were on there way home so they made a stop here. He felt it, and looked at her throat. He told me to watch her tonight, and take her to the doctor tomorrow. He called it a raging lymph node. =) I should mention that I feel the worst sore throat coming on, and Wyatt has had one for a few days. It wasn't Simone that should have stayed away from the primary meeting.

Wacky day.