Wait....What?

So I am working on packaging up web orders at work for shipping.  One of my favorite jobs.  Really I should go to work for Amazon.  Anyway, our new tech person comes back and asks if freight came and it just had......I mean just.  I was wheeling it in the warehouse.  She tells me she needs some books that are on that cart as they were coming in today and she really wanted to get those web orders done.  Okay.  Then she tells me she is not rushing me but when do I think I will be done processing the freight.  Wait...what?  Sounds like rushing to me and I'm working on web orders. 
To be nice I log the freight and print the receiving documents.  I don't see the books she is waiting on on the documents.  I open the boxes and stage the books for receiving.  Nope.  I got music and one computer book.  That's it. 
When I let her know that the books she wanted had not come in her response was "really?"  Like I'm lying.  I'm not lying and I did not get those books.  She obviously has more pull than I do. I can't see what is coming in before it comes in the door.  But I am smart enough to know that it doesn't always arrive when it is suppose to. 
And then back to web orders I went. 

He's Okay

Took the little man to see the urgent care doctor.  Who knew you could now make appts. for that.  Anyway we went to the pediatric one since the little man is a kid.  He got a chest x-ray and thought that was the coolest thing.  He made sure sissy and I got to see it also.  The x-ray showed everything good inside him.  No broken or cracked bones, no air where it doesn't belong and no harm to the heart.  Doc said the little man has a bruised chest cavity and it is going to take awhile to heal.  Glad he is okay.
Course then he threw one of his outlandish fits on the way home.  I was sure glad when it was over.  But I have realized that there have not been any of those for at least a couple of weeks.  Minor things, but no major ones.  Maybe progress.  I hope.  And the day showed that the little woman really needs to get into counseling herself.  So I better get on that. 

Better Listening

Sunday when we got home from camping the littles ran to the neighbors' to play.  One went one way and one went the other.  I unloaded the car and then gathered the kids to go to Pat's house.  The little woman was going to spend the night. 
So on the drive I hear him telling her about an incident on the trampoline.  He said he was being a little too rough with the littler kids.  Some man let him on his back on the trampoline and then jumped and then went down on his butt and it hurt my little man.  I didn't catch the inbetween or wasn't paying enough attention.....I was driving. 
I didn't think much more about it.  All week so far the little man has been playing fine, but every night he has been complaining about a sore throat.  But he points to his chest.  Again I'm hoping he isn't getting sick.  I'm not sure.  My mind is more on dealing with the little woman's anxiety, the dog, the house, working long hours this week. 
So tonight he is again complaining about it but he tells me more of the story or the part I didn't catch.  Seems when he was being a little too rough with the littler kids, the man on the trampoline was teaching him a lesson and being a little too rough. And that is when he got hurt in his chest.  He says it hurts when he sneezes and sometimes when he breathes.  Oy.  He was having a hard time finding a sleep place.  I told him to find a place that doesn't hurt and go to sleep.  And he did.  So obviously it hurts more when he is laying down.
My eyes were filled with tears and my heart again broken.  Some man who we don't know decided it was a good idea to teach my six year-old a lesson. And he did.  My little man was telling me how he didn't know he was being too rough and explained it sadly.  He got it.  And he is still learning that lesson three days later and now maybe should see a doctor.  Because some man never learned about being too rough with those littler than him. 
And yes, my little man has some issues and plays hard and too rough sometimes.  I'm pretty sure there was a better way to deal with it.  And now I don't know if I talk to the neighbor or just let it go.  I hope my little man heals fast. 
And I need to listen better the first time around. 

One Day Done

Four long early days this week and the first one is done.  Brenda and I managed to stay busy all day.  I think I am glad I do the rest of the week by myself though.  I'm not expecting tons of freight this week. 
The dog is much much better.  The little man has been doing better but then today he chased his sister down the street.  Then I got to have one of those awkward conversations with a neighbor and I guess she doesn't understand.  You don't talk about a kid when the kid is standing right there with you.  Maybe later in the week I will try and walk over to her house and have a less awkward conversation.  But really we are starting to see progress with him.  So I'm hopeful. 

We Are Tired

Amazingly enough the boy and I both took naps today.  He didn't want me on the couch while he watched TV, so I went and laid on the bed.  Pretty soon he came and joined me.  Turned on the TV in the bedroom and then he quickly fell asleep also.  I think our big weekend camping wore us out.  I understand him since he played so hard all weekend.  I have no idea about me.  Other than I am waiting for October. 

Fishing and Playing

I finally managed to get a closer up of this bird Manny and I were fascinated with all weekend.  I think it is an osprey.
The little man spent almost no time with us yesterday.  Today he wanted to fish and he spent more time with us.  He still played really hard but more with us and his sister.  They got a small boat ride and that was the highlight of their day.
I had spent about $3 on a pair of goggles with a breathing tube.  They thought this was the greatest thing in the river and they spent a lot of time looking under the water.
One more fish got caught again today on our beach.  Same guy that caught one yesterday.  Just before we left he gave the fish to the little man who gave it to Uncle Pat.  It is going to Sorin's to be smoked. 
And then it was tear camp down and go home.  It will feel good to sleep in our own beds tonight.  Camping it always great fun and the little wore themselves out. 

Back to Camping

And we are back at the island camping and mostly fishing.  Well two of us are fishing and the second person bounces back and forth between the littles.  I just sat and enjoyed the water, the ships and watching the others fish.  Casey, one of Mike's old friends came out and put a line in the water.  Only one fish was caught off our beach today.
We brought Mom out for the day and she had a good time.  She was wore out by the time I took her home.  I actually convinced her to walk from our campsite down to the water.  I had her chair in case she needed a break.  We made it all the way.  We had Casey give her a ride back up to camp.
After dropping Mom I had to go home to give Phoebe her pill.  She was feeling so much better.  The antibiotics must have finally kicked in.