Oh, boy. Today Superboy had to have his lead test done for school. Let me tell you. Five year olds do not like to have their blood drawn. Since it's a big whooha weekend at my husbands base, I had to deal with this.
Picture this:
One already harried mother with a six month old and a five year old. One tech had to watch the baby, and two other techs, and myself had to hold down the five year old. Now Superboy is 3 foot 7, and 47 lbs. And did I mention very, very strong? He had put himself into a hysterical fit. If it had been anybody else's kids I could see the humor in the situation. As it was I was ready to cry by the time we left the hospital.
Then I ran to get something to eat, because during all this my blood sugar decided to plummet to record lows, to the point of where I was shaking and slightly dizzy. So much fun.
Ran by the Commissary, and after all that, while still groceries in the car I remembered that I told the guys that I'd bring them pizza since they were putting in a 20 hr day in the husbands shop.
Needless to say I'm beat.
How was your day?
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i'm a military brat myself, and I don't remember having to have lead tests!! poor guy! The only thing I remember about going to school on military bases was having to go to the nurses office and brush our teeth with floride. ICK! It was GRITTY! And made us grind out teeth all day long to get rid of the granules....icky icky icky!
But then again, I didn't get my first cavity until I was 30 yrs old.
NORMAN!
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