Mar 18 2008
Post-Patty-Day
So, we had a sizzling St. Patrick’s Day around here. Sizzling. Seriously. See, Bubba (my nearly five-year old son) went into my bathroom yesterday and grabbed my curling iron, wrapping all of his fingers around it. It was, alas, plugged in and piping hot.
Sizzling.
Poor, poor Bubba. His hand is all swollen and blistering. I’m keeping it covered in that aloe/lidocaine gel stuff that people use for sunburns (known around here as “the blue gel of happiness”) and it’s all bandaged. He can’t use his hand at all (and of COURSE it was his right hand). He’s staying home from preschool today because he really can’t do much anyway and because he’s so miserable. Sigh. Poor Bubba.
I don’t know a lot about burns— I don’t know if, like, GOOD moms would take their kid to the doctor or something. Any ideas? For now we’re just staying home and bandaging and blue-gel-of-happiness-ing and I hope that cuts it.
But it wasn’t ALL tragedy yesterday. No, indeed, I actually went out and did something FUN. I know! Hard to believe, eh? My friend Hailey co-founded a comedy troupe called the Thrillionaires (yes, the very one that both Jewels and Hannah are associated with) and they had a grand St. Patty’s performance last night, where they improvised a “Shakespeare” play (all spur-of-the-moment, using suggestions from audience) and then they improvised a musical, set in Ireland on St. Patrick’s Day. It was honestly some of the funniest, most clever stuff I’ve ever seen in person. That Hailey is absolutely brilliant. I suppose I’d suspected as much before, but to see her in action was amazing.
Which led me to think about this funny world of motherhood. Hailey and I know each other because our sons are BFFs. Also, she teaches my completely insane son Scooby (yes, the one of Lucky Charms fame) in the nursery at church. It’s funny how you can see someone and have nearly daily conversations with them (”Hailey, it’s Brill. Is Bubba over at your house? Would you send him home?”) and really never know much more about them. Seeing her in all her brilliant talentedness yesterday made me realize that I just shouldn’t take anyone for granted. Everyone has a story, everyone has this other world outside of the daily grind of motherhood. It makes me want to get to know people on a deeper level than just “another mom I know.”
I think that’s one of the amazing things about blogging. In fact, I think it’s fair to say that my bloggy friends know me better than people who know me in real life, because I get to be my real self here. And I get to read about YOUR “real self” on your blog. Because, while moms share those robotic chores of diaper-changing and snot-wiping, we’re all actual people too, and so often that gets lost on the people who “know us in real life”—the people who only see us when we’re frazzledly chasing kids and nagging them to get their shoes on, etc.
Anyway, other things that made St. Patty’s Day eventful was that Hubby had a third interview for a job that would take us to a “new kingdom,” and we’re very excited about that. Also, Fuzzles had his 18-month check-up where we learned what we pretty much already knew, of course, which is that Fuzzles is in big trouble. The doc has ordered a whole new round of tests and specialists for us to see and maybe, just maybe, we’ll start getting to the bottom of some of his issues. Or maybe, just maybe, we’ll move before we have to deal with more Utah-Medical-Incompetency. (Not that I think that incompetency is limited to Utah, but when it comes to developmental disorders, there seems to be an overwhelming portion of idiocy here…)
So, yeah. St. Patty’s Day is not really a big event for a non-Irish Mormon who looks terrible in green like myself, but this year, it sizzled.
(You many now proceed to make “sizzle” sounds, if you weren’t already…)
