She finally succumbed.

Here's the story.

My SIL Lou has a door to nowhere, which used to be a door to an elevated porch. The porch is no longer there, the sliding glass and screen door are.

Markl admitted to leaning on the screen door, which was closed and locked, and leaned too hard, thus toppling head first 10-12 feet on to a concrete slab.

He has a hell of a shiner on his left eye, and the socket is fractured in several places. However! The fractures are not large or risky enough to warrant surgery of any kind. The CT scans taken last night show no lesions or swelling in the brain itself.

He's scraped up on his left shoulder and knee, but these are superficial.

He's still at Wilson, I came home to clean up and pack an overnight bag. Wolf needs some stress relief too, so I'm waiting for him to finish a race by updating all youse guys.

Thank you all for your kind thoughts, well wishes and overall warm fuzzy support. This could have been a LOT worse, and just goes to show that even pagans have winged beings looking out for them. ^_^

And no, the irony is NOT lost on me. ^_^

Markl made it through his ear tube surgery just fine. He's in recovery right now, Wolf will take him home once he's been released. I had the surgeon, the sleep-doc and their various nurses calling me because Wolf is not the legal guardian and as such, was not qualified to give permission to do all this stuff. Yay for Tylenol suppositories! o_O

House Drama is, well, dramafied.

We don't qualify for ANYTHING. Credit scores too low. So! We have initiated a letter writing campaign to flood the three credit reporting agencies with challenges. 7 negatives, 3 agencies, 21 letters total. Guess who did that. *raises hand* Yay for Word Letter Wizard!

It'll take 45 days to get this shit OFF our record. We won't know until then if it will boost our score past the qualifier of 575. Fucking banks. If it does, we move on Cleveland. If not, it's get an apartment for a year and wait. Either way, we WILL be out of Mama A's house by the end of summer. I SWEAR THIS!!!

I drove into work today. Mama A criticizes every time I don't slow down soon enough to suit her, but she makes a point of saying that it's HER preference. *chuckle* Aside from minor thigh cramp from the OMGIMDRIVINGALETHALTHING! freaking, I did pretty darn good. I even had The Cuteness with me. I would like to drive into work every day, but Sherzi the Subaru is a whole different animal. Stick shift, gnyah! *claws mouth*

I found out from Markl's teacher today that he's been eating nothing but snacks at school for, well, most of the month. The breakfasts had stopped two weeks ago, but he's been buying two or three snacks on top of his regular lunch and then just eating the snacks.

Plus! He's been caught trying to steal.

*headdesk*

HOW do you explain to an 8 year old that stealing is wrong? We had the no stealing conversation when he came home with a Family Guy DVD on his birthday. We knew he wasn't given it. Mama A thinks it might have been both him and the youngest cousin, as both were seen carrying around the DVD case, and it isn't hard to see how they might have discussed it amongst themselves and decided Markl should have it.

Then again, if he's been stealing food...

He's NEVER done this before. Makes me wonder who else is stealing from the school.

Well, no more school lunches for him!!

So this morning about 0745 I got up to fix Becca a bottle. The house is empty save for me and my kiddos, as Drya-n-co went to Coopertown for an overnight vacation yesterday and Wolf is already at work.

Markl's watching cartoons.

With his penis hanging out and dancing between his fingers.

*SIGH*

This is the second time in a month I've walked in on a 7 year old masturbator. The first time it was in his room where he had been sent for a time out, which means no TV and no toys. Time out does not mean fun time with the body!

Leaning over the back of the chair, I explained to him simply and clearly that there is a time and place for self-enjoyment. NOT in the living room, kitchen or bathroom. Only in the bedroom and ONLY when you have complete privacy and a good blanket.

I then made him repeat what I said.

"Don't play with your weiner in the living room, kitchen or bathroom."

"Right, and what else?"

"Only in the bedroom."

"And?"

"It's private."

"Right. And?"

"Use a blankie."

"Correct. Remember, you need to be alone. Understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good. Now, put it back the right way, not all upside down."

He adjusted accordingly, I went and made the bottle and went back to bed to feed Becca.

GAH! CHILDREN!!! Girls are supposed to be easier, right?

before I do something to that boy.

Markl has been having attention issues again, all directed at Wolf. He blatantly ignored the man four times in half an hour yesterday until Wolf raised his voice. I could talk to Markl in a normal voice and he'd listen. We know the boy can hear! And let's not forget that BOTH pairs of glasses have been damaged in the last four days. The light blue pair popped a lens was due to a tag accident, the darker blue pair has the same arm looseness from before, which tells me that he's re-damaged them somehow. Wolf thinks it's because he rips them off his face like Perry White. Yet the light blue pair never suffered the same kind of damage. Those just popped lenses and lost screws. GRAR!!!

I think the not-listening is just another stage of acting out. We know he has an attention and concentration issue, the school has commented on it twice. My suspicion is that he's reacting to Becca in a typical manner. He's not the only one anymore. Add that to the fact he watches his cousins employ the same tactics with their parents with better results and, well, is it really a surprise?

Gods, I want out of this house!! Somebody see me as worthy of hire already!!!

Whee! Another userpic! I believe this shall be my ranting one. Not that I rant very often, but you never know when you need to break out the Ice Bitch. ^_^

My doc appointment went quickly. I now have scripts for...Da Dah DAH!!!...Sudafed and Mucinex. You know, stuff that's available OTC.

*bangs head on keyboard*

As the pain is a mere fraction of what it was yesterday, and I'm feeling generally better overall, I'm going to hold off on filling those scripts.

Bro-IL developed kidney stones. He spent the morning in the ER and is now high on Vicoden. Ah, Vicoden. I loved that schtuff. Gave me hallucinations, wooooooo.

Becca has lost her voice, poor thing. Every time she tries to cry she squeaks. No doubt it's because of a sore throat due to sinus drainage. Still no fever and she's eating well. *knocks on wood*

Markl's nearly healed from his infections. Wolf's doing good. Big Bro-IL is graduating from college tonight. I'm not going, someone needs to help preggie neice corral the kiddos. Besides, Becca doesn't need to go out again.

And he did, for the most part. I'm very proud of my Markl.

Becca's doing well.

I think my period's started.

My boobs ache. Preemie's still asleep, having pounded down 2 oz of formula plus nursing on both sides about three hours ago. Mebbe I'll pump, mebbe I'll wait until she wakes up.

Feeling a bit more normal. Managed to get a load of laundry and a load of dishes done yesterday.

Baby cry!

*runs away*

Once again, the Tooth Fairy forgot to visit. Kiddo lost an upper tooth yesterday afternoon.

^_^;;

I was more concerned about the 102 fever and making sure he kept himself hydrated. EVERY male in this household is sick with similar viral infections. The females are doing their best NOT to get sick.

Yeesh.

Looks like the Tooth Fairy owes another letter of apology. Cause, you know, she's horrible with directions and forwarding addresses.

That's a good color to describe me right now.

A blue beyond the blues.

But not quite the blacks.

Woke up at 1:15 this morning to find Wolf sitting in the kiddo's room. Turns out said kiddo had gotten up about 1 am to watch a movie. *buries face in hands, sobs*

We spent an hour and 15 in his bedroom, MAKING him explain himself. He knows the rules, he repeated them without prompting and even knew the consequences.

Finally got him to admit he's playing with the electronics because he wants to.

I'm almost out of ideas.

Wolf is talking about getting a motion sensor alarm and booby-trapping the hallway, above the cats' level so they don't set it off, but not so high the kiddo won't trigger it.

I'm all for this idea.

Anyhew, we were both still so depressed over this we treated ourselves to a lovely lunch at a new sushi place.

Then Wolf went out and bought cigars.

>_<

I tried so hard to be good. No, we shouldn't spend any more money. But damn it all, how come he gets his treat on top of lunch?

We compromised.

I now own my very own copy of Spirited Away.

And my Soot Sprite is due any day.

I'm still really upset about the kiddo, but I'm working on it. I've talked it out with a few of my coworkers, both childless but very sympathetic. That helped.

The school situation still isn't resolved either. Wolf spent the morning getting him on the list of five more schools the daycare shuttles to. Hopefully one of them will have an open slot. Worst case scenario is nobody has open spots, we enroll him in Samuels in our district and take them up on their before and after school program. It's not as good as our daycare, but it would cover the time we need. Might have to tweak my work schedule a little to make absolutely sure I can get there before six, but hey. It's a contingency plan.

I need contingency plans. They keep me sane.

and very small utility bills.

Wolf got his cigars.

I got my Soot Sprite Keychain and my Magatama phone strap in jade.

I thought long and hard about the Totoro yellow bento box with chopsticks.

Almost had it justified.

Then realized the three things together (hah! Alliteration!) would be over $30.00 before shipping.

Wolf's cigars were only $20.

So I stuck to my charms and paid $.60 more for 7-10 day shipping.

Still need to replace the hardcover Goblet of Fire book I accidentally water-damaged. o_O There's another $30.

And sooner or later, school supplies must be bought. Backpack, some folders and crayons and lunch box have been obtained.

Bloody school's in renovations, nobody's available in the office until 8/8.

School starts 8/15.

I can't find the kiddo's report card. ANYWHERE. So I have no IDEA who his first grade teacher is, plus they need updated home info, as we've moved and all that.

Yeesh.

School was easier when I was in it, not supervising someone else.

At least ex-MIL is willing to help out with supplies.

Soot Sprite!

*poings*