I think ” really?” About a hundred times a day, I obviously say it too as Lucy has started to say it. Marvellous.
This week I think I have thought and said really ? A little more than I usually do. This week has been up there with the most stressful of them. Let me take you through it.
Sunday both kids were a living nightmare, Jack was angry about everything, it took ages to get him to take his medication which involved me dancing about , cracking jokes and singing made up songs until he eventually swallowed them. Shower time was awful for both of them . Thankfully they both went out with support workers for a few hours so we kind of collapsed in bed. All was quiet until ian received a call to say that Lucy was staging a naked protest in the toilet at Asda , hopped in the car to go and collect her. Thankfully she remained calm and clothed for the rest of the day.
On Tuesday I arrived at work at 8:20 am to be told that Ian had been desperately trying to get hold of me and it was urgent , now he never says that so I called him immediately. His opening line was ” now don’t panic” now never in the history of telling people not to panic has this ever worked so I immediately started to panic. It turns out that Jack had punched the living room window, smashed it and cut his hand and they were on the way to A+E. Never has that drive from one county to another seemed so long . I arrived to find a lot of blood but a remarkably calm Jack ( thank you Saint Valium) but of course A+ E was full of the worried well who couldn’t get an appointment with their GP, the wait was set to be 2 hours. After an hour Jack lost it and started to swear and shout so we were ushered into a private room to wait, thankfully it was a short wait as Jack shouted at a passing nurse ” hey sugar tits , is someone coming to help me?” . I can’t praise the staff highly enough for the way that they looked after him , they let him play his Alice Cooper music on his phone to keep him calm whilst they treated him , it was over and done with quickly with no serious damage, he was incredibly lucky to have not sustained serious damage. We arrived home to clean up glass, ring a glazier, his psychiatrist etc and reflect on how bad it could have been.
Wednesday I was travelling on a train to a meeting when Proudfoot rang me to say that he was in hospital and probably needed his toe amputated , I mean WTF?? He assured me I wasn’t needed and besides there wasn’t a great deal that I could do whilst stuck on a train . This was closely followed by a text to say that Lucy was on yet another naked battering rampage . By this stage I just thought ” yeah, why not?”
Thursday saw Proudfoot hobbling about in a boot that looked like it had come straight from the set of the Tweenies but he still had a full complement of digits , as I left for work I reminded him to play a game of this little piggy while he still could.
Friday we had another naked battering rampage before school. It was timely as we had an appointment with her psychiatrist, of course at the appointment she behaved like a little angel instead of the bare breasted virago that we are so used to these days . Then I got the migraine from hell and was wiped out for the rest of the day . I think it all caught up with me finally. I had to cancel appointments including Lucy’s haircut, so she now looks like one of the Beetles bless her. I should add that Lucy told the psychiatrist that she hated the shower as it was too watery. Really?