Manic Mondays

I'm starting to wonder if I should be afraid of Mondays. I always thought people were just grouchy for no reason and we should all look forward to what the week has to offer but the last couple of Mondays have been interesting to say the least.

Last Monday I gave the girls baths and pulled Cece out first. I got her dressed and my 2 year old proceeded to have a snack in the kitchen. As I was cleaning Pearl up, Cece came in and said in a small trembling voice, "I have a raisin up my nose and I can't get it out!"

Oh geez. Enter Psycho Mom. Here is a small piece of what was going on in my head: I can't even see it! Can my fingers fit in her little nostrils? Should I call First Nurse? Should I take her to the emergency room? How am I going to get Pearl out of the tub with a raisin in Cece's nose? Hey at least it's edible! What if we leave it there? So much for being calm. We needed to get that raisin out.

I tried to look at it (yes, I flung her upside down) while trying to ask calmly (I was actually shouting the question I'm sure), "WHICH NOSTRIL IS IT IN!!??"

She pointed to the right nostril, meanwhile Pearl is yelling, "I WANT TO SEE IT!!"

I said "I can't see it so neither can you!"

Although I think a small animal could fit up my nose, my daughter got the tiniest nostrils on the planet, I'm sure. I tried getting my fingers in her nose to get it out with no success. Then, the tweezers. I think that scared her. Long story short, she snuffed it out in the end, out of fear (I think). Whew!~

Insert 1 week.

Today, after Cece ripped my fragile and failing phone in half, I decided we should make some salsa. We went out to the garden to harvest the first of our jalapenos and some roma tomatoes. The girls helped and it was nice. After I washed and cut up the veggies they put them in the bowl. You know where this is headed.

Pearl grabbed the jalapeno. I didn't think about it. Nor did I think about the fact that I had just touched fire myself, until I wiped my eye. I wanted to put my head in a bucket of ice but I don't think that would have helped. My entire face was BURNING. Think. Think. It was about this time that Pearl started crying that her mouth was hurting. I couldn't see as it felt like my eye was blowing up bigger than The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I had to get this mess cleaned up fast so I could help her. With my good eye I Googled "jalepeno + eyes". Milk. Milk solves a multitude of problems. God bless cows.

Half gallon of milk doused on my face and in my eye and in Pearl's mouth, we were nearly back to normal. It took another half bag of tortilla chips before she really felt good again.

Ok, I will say it now: Down With Mondays!