today: both girls grounded. eight year old bronte was grounded for a freak out yesterday during a run that she wanted to do but things go too tough and she couldn’t handle the hills. so she freaked out. her freak out was epic. so she was grounded (grounding around here — at this point — means banishment to one’s room with access to whatever is in that room and access to the rest of the house at meal times).
three year old scoutie (three next week) was grounded for the far more serious infraction of going out the front door last night and wandering down the street while i was in the basement watching her brother’s sandbox reinactment of “the incredible hulk” university campus battle sequence. we had a “child proof” ball on the door knob, but scout pulled it off and left to see our neighbour tammy. yikes. a nice nurse picked her up and brought her back *phew* (so glad we live in the smallest of towns), and she found herself in bed and grounded today. (it’s her first grounding. it would have been cute if she hadn’t …)
… started puking. yep. this morning she started puking. so there i was with a puking little babe who’d breached our berlin wall and needed to understand the severity of what she’d done. so she sat on my lap puking, trying to keep down popsicles and toast, and napping for most of the day. so much for cleaning up.
meanwhile, my son worked on his reading comprehension, and so did bronte, whispering their communications to me while scoutie slept. today was cleaning day and nothing is clean. but scout and te are almost finished their groundings and they are both healthy, and so is beans. fuck i hope i sleep tonight.