NiNe-oNe-oNe

So I was just thinking that I needed to write a post but that nothing exciting is going on when lo and behold, screams erupt from the basement from Tukey.

How to explain this one? He got the webbed part of his hand between his thumb and forefinger stuck in a toy gun piece where you cock it back. And he began screaming and screaming and I was holding the toy gun in place and trying not to move his hand while also trying to move the cocking part back without snagging his skin anymore.

I don't know where my mind was at but instead of calling any one of the capable fathers in my neighborhood, I call 911. Because isn't that what you do in an emergency, and clearly, this was an emergency ... I could not free the toy gun from his hand. He was sweating and screaming and crying and that's the decision I made.

I stayed on the phone with the dispatcher and kept saying, "What's taking them so long? I heard them but now I don't hear them." I would love to hear a replay of my 911 call like the show on the news later. "Manic Mommy's 9-1-1 Call, next on Extra!"

So, a firetruck, an ambulance AND a police officer all come. A slow day in the 'burbs. And the minute the fireman came in and looked at it, he was able to pull the cock back and free Tukey's hand.

I felt like a freaking idiot, and of course, all the neighbors had to come see what all the commotion was. My poor little Tukey.

I asked him what he wanted for dinner, and he said, "You're probably going to say no to this, but can we go to the pet store?"

WTF -- he thinks cuz he hurts his hand he now gets a puppy? COME ON!

No pets!

Aside from that little drama, and my husband's job loss, and his grandma dying, and me fearing that I had breast cancer last week, and my mom breaking her foot and needing surgery and a cast, things are good.

Mr. Manic has secured a consulting gig that he is THRILLED about (hence his absence during our trauma today -- he's in AZ). This consulting gig happens to be with a joint venture partner of his old company, and had they NOT effed him over and instead thought this out a little bit more thoroughly, they might have saved nine months of severance, but HA! We get that AND he's consulting with a year-long contract so ... so far, so good. We hope. It's something that he has been thinking about prior to the 'let go' so I'm happy with the outcome so far, and still believe everything happens for a reason.

Until something really shitty happens, then I won't think 'everything happens for a reason,' I will just think Dammit world, YOU SUCK!