FROM THE VAULT: REAL LIFE DRAMAS!
April 26, 1991
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.