Showing posts with label Parenting Messes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parenting Messes. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

A tale of a horse fly & the dentist disaster

So, in my last post I mentioned that we were taking a few days off over spring break & heading to canoe the crystal, clear waters of Weeki Wachee Springs.  Let me start off by saying that it was more beautiful than I could have imagined.  I seriously felt like we were in the Caribbean sea, that's how clear & blue that water was.  So, how then did our trip turn into an utter disaster?


I'll back up to the day before our canoeing journey... I mentioned in my last post that Cam bit his lip while he was numb from his cavity filling.  He did quite the number on it & it looked terrible!  After talking with the dentist, she confirmed I was doing everything I could; ice, medicating for pain & serving easy-to-eat foods.


This blood sucking, disgusting insect is the reason that our outing was a big fat fail.  It was the horse-fly vs. me & lets just say that I lost.  Big time.  I was so relaxed as we started our canoeing journey; the sun was shining, the weather was perfect & the air was fresh.  As the morning progressed to afternoon, we decided to pull off the river to swim & eat lunch.


 The water of the springs is a constant 72 degrees so it was super refreshing.  Although I was uneasy from the get-go because we had to pull the canoe up into the brush to keep it from washing away down the river.  Florida brush = insects.  Insects & myself DO NOT MIX.  I have no fear of heights or really even public speaking, but it's putting it lightly when I say I am terrified of bugs.  As we parked our canoe, I stepped into super squishy sand on the river bottom, carefully trying to avoid the slimy seaweed.  Despite it all, I started to settle in to eat & watch Cam swim.  Everything came to a screeching halt when a horse-fly the size of my head came out of nowhere.  It buzzed all around me, zigzagging around while trying to bite me.  When I say I freaked, I'm putting this mildly.  This blood sucking, massive fly was relentless, it seriously would not leave me alone.  I screeched & flailed while Cam cried that he still wanted to swim.  We quickly got back into the boat & set off down the river, leaving the fly behind.


I paddled away, praying I'd seen the last of the horse fly.  Unfortunately, the bastard reappeared about an hour later & this time we were mid-river & I was a sitting duck.  Again, the massive beast zoomed & buzzed around, relentlessly trying to bite me.  I flipped out & in a moment of desperation, I think I tried to jump ship.  If you've ever canoed, you know the boat is not very stable & easily flipped.  Well, flipped we did & it all happened so quickly.  Thank God my kids were in life jackets because the river was over six feet deep at this point.  I found myself under the boat & very quickly swam out from underneath, desperately trying to orient myself & figure out where the kids were.  Mike had Reese, so when I realized I wasn't strong enough to right the boat, I yanked Cam out from under the boat.  I will never forget the panic & fear I saw in his face.  And it was all because I spazzed over a bug.  I continued to tell the kids that we were going to be okay & they soon calmed down.  Cameron really thought he was going to die, he later told me, "I didn't want to go to Heaven today, I wanted to stay here with you."  How heartbreaking is that?  Thankfully, two nice guys in kayaks helped us to a dock.  We were very lucky that the boat flipped in an area of the river with one side lined with homes so we could get out & drain the water from our boat while gathering our strewn belongings.


When we all stood safely on the dock, counting our bleesings, we tried to assess the damage & see what items were still in the water.  I had my brand new, Samsung Galaxy Note 4 phone in a ziplock bag in the pocket of the cooler, so I pulled it out & found that I had apparently not sealed the bag well enough because it was all wet.  I also realized my nice sunglasses Mike had gotten me for Christmas a few years ago were also lost.  If you know me, you'll know that most of the time I am an extremely frugal person.  When I do splurge on an item, I take care & protect it.  I've never had a cracked or wet cellphone in the past & here I am with the best, new cell I've ever owned & it's ruined & worse, uninsured.  In the big picture, this is nothing, I know.  Things can be replaced & I thank God that my kids are okay, but I still mentally beat myself up, knowing I had goofed in so many ways.  I put my kids in harms way by flipping the boat & I was now out an expensive pair of sunglasses & a very expensive phone because I was careless about sealing the bag.


Worst yet, Cameron re-bit his lip when the boat flipped.  It was not a proud moment for me as I stood on that small dock, looking at my soaking children, bloody lip & strewn, lost, ruined belongings. I couldn't get off that river fast enough & we still had twenty more minutes of paddling until we reached our destination.


After camping out in a bag of dry, white rice, we confirmed that my phone was a goner.  We also waited for Cameron's lip to get better as the weekend went on, but it never did.  He was off school Monday so he stayed with me & then Mike took him back to the dentist yesterday (they were closed Monday) & he was given antibiotics to prevent it from getting infected.  He's home with me today & he'll be going back to school tomorrow.  On the bright side, his lip is slowly getting better.  It's been torture watching him suffer in pain; he's on a mostly liquid diet, can't smile & can barely talk.  Yesterday we also found out that the sales guy at T-Mobile put insurance on my phone without Mike's approval.  Hallelujah for shady service because he saved us a ton of money!  In the meantime, I will not be returning to any nature spots during horse-fly season which happens to be March-November.  At least I'll be able to enjoy the beautiful Florida springs from December-February! 

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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Ya just gotta laugh

It's really amazing how much things change once you have kids.  In this case, I'm referring to a day at the beach.  I met some girlfriends at the beach yesterday with the kids in tow.  In pre-kids day, an outing to the beach meant a chair, a towel, book, sunscreen & some drinks.  Now it means, towels, snacks, sunscreen, swimmies, beach toys, diapers, change of clothes...  Mike had to work, so I set out yesterday morning in hopes of a fun, relaxing afternoon.  Um, not so much.


This was the only picture I managed to snap in the three hours we were there.  In the three hours we were there, I probably spent an hour in the beach bathroom.  Reese is doing amazing with potty training when it comes to going pee, not so much on the poop part.  So, I slapped her in a swim diaper yesterday since we had a nearly hour drive & I wasn't going to risk her pooping in her bathing suit.  So, when she yelled out, I have to poop!  I rushed her to the bathroom where I found she already started to poop in her diaper & then finished in the toilet.  After getting her cleaned up, we headed back to the beach with her in her swimsuit bottoms sans diaper.  Big mistake.  About fifteen minutes later, she started making that distinct, I'm pooping face.  Ugh, seriously?  So I rushed a screaming, kicking two year old to the beach bathroom with a huge log in her bottoms.  Bottoms now gone to a bag, swim diaper back on.  Take two.  We head back to the beach where I try to focus & chat with my girlfriends for a few.  That did not last for long.  I went to the water to swim with Reese when I decided to check her swim diaper & was horrified when I saw that she had pooped in her diaper yet again which had now turned into poop soup from the water.  Now what??  We headed back to the bathroom where there was a line of women waiting.  This is so gross, but as I watched Reese walk, she had poop water literally dripping out of her diaper & down her legs.  OMG.  It was so unsanitary, but there was nothing I could do about it so I ripped her diaper off & tried to begin cleaning the disaster with wipes.  Finally the bathroom cleared so I stood her in the sink & literally bathed her with the hand soap while Cam stood by, continuously complaining, My feet are dirty!  Uh yeah, kid, you're at the beach where there's sand.  I'm wiping poop off your sister in a public bathroom sink, so put a sock in it! (I thought this part, didn't actually say it!)  We called it a day after this & I gave up on that relaxing beach day I had in mind & vowed to not take the kids to the beach without Mike for the next four years. 


We were all exhausted by the time we got home.  I now know that a day at the beach with kids is definitely not a day at the beach!

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