Sorry that my post yesterday had the pictures arranged kind of squirrelly. Lots of people (ok, really just my mom) said that it was hard to figure out, but at midnight, I was just too tired to fix it!
So let me tell you about my freak out. I usually handle a crisis fairly well. I also tend to be pretty laid back about things (as long as I get my way). Francesca stuffed a whole mound of moon sand in her mouth today and I didn't even cringe (I did manage to get it out without getting bitten, score!). My three dogs dog slipped out of the fence and we had to chase them around in the smouldering heat and I just laughed about it. Little did I know that I would soon need a padded cell.
I was trying to fix Victoria's NG tube when the phone rang. I told everyone NOT to answer it, which only made them grab for it faster. It was the IRS. Even though I haven't violated any rules (that I know of), I immediately started to sweat. My dog, Isaac, sensing that I was stressed, decided he had to go outside immediately. He started barking and clawing frantically at the door. Catherine instantly became dehydrated and yelled that she would die if she didn't have water right now. The IRS guy was saying something very serious about some forms with lots of numbers in them. Anastasia was arguing with Isabella about who threw a doll in the toilet. Elliot was loading the dishwasher by dropping the plates into the racks from a standing position.
"Can you repeat that?", I asked Mr.IRS sweetly. He sounded a little annoyed, but he started over.
Then, Victoria's NG tube totally came out of her nose. I mean, it just slid right out onto the floor. Victoria doesn't cry much, but she was a mess of snot and tears. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my head.
I sprinted to the bathroom, hoping for some quiet. Then I saw something that caused me to loose my marbles. We were out of toilet paper. How could life possibly go on if I had to try to figure out how I was going to get to the store today to get toilet paper! I just could not manage it. I dropped the phone and let out a primal scream.
The kids all laughed (they had followed me into the bathroom).
The phone went dead.
I feel much better now. I wonder if the IRS will call back? I like to think I gave the IRS guy a little zing to his routine.
Anyone else ever freak out about something small?