January 5, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
Bugaboo’s school is closed for ANOTHER! WEEK! because of a burst boiler pipe and heavy water damage to his classroom. I swear he had NOTHING to do with it.
Bugaboo had an all-night party the second day of the year. He had plenty to do with that.
Bugaboo ended up in the ER with a staph infection of some sort (note to self: Get him to stop biting his toenails. And walking around barefoot at the grocery store.). Said infection was CUT OPEN and DRAINED. He was most concerned with the fact that they made him wear a bandage. OH! THE HORROR! A BANDAGE!
Bugaboo got poo on the carpet.
Bugaboo made me cancel my breakfast date with my best buddy, the doctor, on her birthday. Since it took us a month to get MY birthday breakfast date in, I’m hopeful.
Bugaboo broke a glass. And a dish.
Bugaboo threw away silverware.
Bugaboo kicked a poo-ey diaper off against the front door. Splat. Ewwwww.
Bugaboo sprinkled sugar and Parmesan cheese on the living room couch and carpet.
And, not to be outdone, Bugaboo is now puking. And puked (in the car). And no doubt will continue to puke well into the night.
Did I mention he’s scheduled for Dental Surgery Friday because he is in intense dental discomfort? Um…maybe not now.
We’re just getting this all out of the way now, right? Like, all this stuff isn’t a SIGN of things to COME for the rest of the YEAR, right? Like, we’re all, “OMG! WTF! BBQ!” and he’s all, “*evil maniacal laugh*” and it just means that we’re getting it over with the first week and the rest of the year he’s gonna be perfect and happy and healthy and smiley and potty trained and eat steak. Right? Right? RIIIIIIGHT?????
You’d better pinky-swear that right NOW.