In a hectic day that included a house full of painters, a Picetti shipping off for a hopefully not-so-extended hospital stay, and a hallway landmine incident, who da thunk that yours truly would have escaped the fray completely unscathed.
It started at about nine when the painters showed up. The Italian-American Man-Servant was in full-on supervisory mode as he re-re-reiterated the plan of attack to anyone listening. Even Emma got involved by breaking out her Handy Manny dancing toolbox in order to help out the guys by pounding her plastic hammer on all available flat surfaces.
It was shortly after ten-thirty when Fehmeen and Emma took my mom to see her doctor. Upon their arrival it was decided to offer Gama the opportunity to spend the next couple of days in the hospital in order for her to get some much needed rest. The long weekend of little to no sleep and limited caloric and liquid intake had left her feeling more than a little rundown.
It was exactly halfway through my one o’clock Ensure feeding when Fehmeen and I heard Emma calling for her from down the hall. She had gone to the potty to go poo and at this point in time she needed a little help from mommy. The only problem was that mommy was up to her elbows pouring vanilla flavored yumminess down my feeding tube. As her cries for help grew more frantic, it seemed as if the feeding was taking forever. When it finally drained, Fehmeen ran to Emma and surveyed the situation. It was a good news bad news thing. There was a deuce in the potty and there was one that wasn’t. At least the stray turd missed the painters’ drop-cloth by less than an inch and was resting squarely on our hallway carpet.
Some families have all the luck.