Tuesday, May 09, 2006


April 26, 1991
Journal entry

I am now fully initiated into the motherhood community. We had our first visit to the emergency room. Never mind that the day was already on the skids by noon and descended straight into Hell by 4 p.m. No, that wasn't enough. Both boys refused to take a nap today. Greyson climbed out of his crib and filled Tucker's with toys of every size--all the way to the railing. Tucker removed some needlepoint pictures off of the wall by climbing onto a chair. Greyson opened the refrigerator, dropped a dozen eggs on the floor and took a loaf of French bread out of the grocery sack and shared it with Tucker. During "naptime" he stripped his crib of its sheets--twice--removed his diaper and peed on the bed, after which he showed Tucker how to strip his own mattress. For an encore, Tucker fell off of the sofa and cut his head on the coffee table, requiring a trip to the Emergency Room and two staples to close the cut. Tomorrow I'm scheduled to donate for the Blood Drive. After today do I have any to spare?


You know how people always tell you that most bad days, after enough time passes, will seem pretty funny from that distant perspective? It's true.


Blogger mama_tulip said...

God. I've had days like that -- not nearly as bad, as I don't have two toddler boys, but days that are comparable at best. Days where I think, "This is the WORST day EVER." And yeah, I can laugh at them, later. MUCH later.

I love this...post more if you have them, LOL. It's proof positive that you do live through it. You do survive the bad days.

8:05 PM  
Anonymous diseuse said...

Ha! So true. I kept waiting for it to get worse as I read and I was right. I actually thought, "She's going to end up in the emergency room the way this is going." Of course I thought it would be you because you threw your body down the stairs out of insanity. Whew, that was a close one.

8:36 PM  
Anonymous jess said...

That was awesome! I love that it is so familiar. That we all share the same stories.


9:16 PM  
Blogger Lucky Lum said...

I am soooo glad I only have ONE boy!
Definitely a funny story! You just gotta laugh when you you're having one of those terrible, no good, very bad days!

9:57 PM  
Blogger Mommy off the Record said...

I just can't get past the cuteness of that picture. :)

10:41 PM  
Anonymous V-Grrrl said...

OK, I'm trying to laugh but all I'm doing is remembering how I always seemed to have days like this when my husband was on one of his marathon 2-week, out-of-the-country, business trips. I would often feel stretched to the breaking point. Still can't laugh about it!

However, the fab photo of Greyson and Tucker remind me how irresistibly adorable and cuddly and giggly my kids could be at that age. The satisfying feel of their weight in my arms, the crinkly sounds their diapers made, the gummy smiles, the way those chubby cheeks felt under my lips. NOW I'm smiling!

2:20 AM  
Blogger Nilbo said...

Today's tragedies are tomorrow's belly laughs. Always believed it, always will.

7:15 AM  
Blogger Arabella said...

Good to know you can get through it and laugh about it. I guess that's true of many situations.

Those kids are adorable. Positively cherubic.

7:53 AM  
Blogger Marcie said...

Your sons are so cute! Those kind of days go down in history.

8:26 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

I just want to pick those boys up and toss them in the air. And that picture just makes me want to giggle with them, even though the one on the left looks a little devilish.

I'm so impressed you still had the wherewithall to give blood during that period of your life. I quit before I had Madeleine and have yet to start up again. Thanks for reminding me!

9:45 AM  
Anonymous TB said...

Good lord, I think you just scared me off of motherhood once and for all.
I don't know how you had the presence of mind to journal about it, I would have been in a heap on the floor.

9:46 AM  
Blogger Annie, The Evil Queen said...

Keeping that sense of humor is sometimes your last defense. The stories will be even funnier when your boys call to complain about how their sons have stripped hte beds and peed on the mattresses.

12:28 PM  
Blogger DebbieDoesLife said...

Where was their mother during all of this "fun"?? You must have been watching t.v., eating bon-bons. Hey, you were initiated into the world of Motherhood!

2:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow. All that and you survived with your sense of humor intact?

You are a Mama-Goddess.


3:32 PM  
Blogger daysgoby said...

WGirl -

You weren't in the way of those twisters, were you?

Hope not.

3:52 PM  
Blogger wordgirl said...

Nothing but a lot of wind up here! Thanks for asking!

4:05 PM  
Anonymous LetterB said...

Oh my god how cute is that picture? I am glad that day was 15 years ago so we can all laugh at it. Except I can't really laugh because I am paralyzed with fear about my immediate future...

8:20 PM  
Blogger CISSY said...

We had a lot of those bad emergency room days when our children were younger. The photo is precious.

8:46 PM  
Blogger lildb said...

those are some *munchkins*. wow. I appreciate this post so much. it's pretty eye-opening.

wordgirl, you have such an amazing ability to maintain your sense of humor.


please write a book about how to keep your spirits up, and interlace it with lots of vignettes about your grandmother's house, and your husband's gift of a piece of his car cut in the shape of a heart, and all of the groaning bookshelves in your houses, and the like. And I will buy 10,000-odd copies.


11:20 PM  

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