I have been meaning to get back to writing. I meant to write a bit about the royal wedding and why I cried (that's Diana's baby boy!) and the killing of our Public Enemy Number One, but today trumps all that. For me, at least.
Dante woke up at 845am. Nothing says "FU*K YOU* to an insomniac pregnant lady like less than 6 hours of sleep. So I got up, made us French toast (which sucks with the sandwich bread we have, but better than nothing) and got him fed and changed, wore him out and put him back to bed by 1030am. He was up at 130pm, and I figured I'd check with our neighbor and see what they were up to, but she was putting F down for a nap. An hour later, I got a text asking if we wanted to meet in the community room downstairs for a play date. Got us dressed and headed downstairs with Dante's trike and his Elmo plane and the chalk, just in case the weather agreed with us. So we had fun, T and I chatting while Dante and F had fun with each other's toys, and after a couple hours, we were winding down when I see Dante hugging F near a corner and they were looking a little clumsy, so I was moving to get up when the boys SLAMMED into the corner. I didn't know I was still capable of flying, but apparently I am. I do not recall either mine or T's feet touching ground, and we got there the split second the crying started. Dante wasn't bleeding, but....F was. He had a gash in the middle of his gorgeous porcelain forehead! *cries*
So T gets him and her baby girl to the elevator, and I went back for my keys and Dante was still crying. I knocked on Dante's former stalker's door, since she's on the 4th floor, too, and asked if she could please watch our stuff while I ran downstairs in case I needed to find a way to get all three kids and another adult into my car. So I got downstairs, and F had just calmed down, when we called T's husband and asked how far he was. I may have accidentally freaked him out more than was necessary, but he got there in a flash! While we were waiting for him, Dante had a panic attack that was probably because he was past the need for a nap. Then I asked if her hubby had the baby's car seat in the car, and she handed me the baby and went with F upstairs to get baby's seat. Baby was not happy about being left with me, but her daddy got there while T went for her seat, and she was still not happy. But they ran off to get F stitched up, and I went to Former Stalker's to get all our stuff, and I brought it back up to my place. Took a couple trips, but at least I know nothing got stolen.
Dante was INCONSOLABLE when we got home. I wanted to get a banana or something into him so he'd sleep better (nothing says awesome sleep quite like a full belly!) but he wasn't eating it, he was just crying like I poked him with a red hot poker. So I got him changed, and rocked him back to calm. Then, as soon as I put him down, oh, gods, he was screaming! So I just let him cry it out, and he was out cold in less than 5 minutes. Just got the text that F is fine and now I feel much better as a person. I am so very glad! We were surprisingly calm as a team, and I'm very impressed.
So, now I am going to find something yummy (I've earned it! LOL!) and let my brain wander in front of the boob tube. Wow. What a day!