Bianca and Bernard, I'm so sorry about your daughter and her friend, but I'm glad DD was able to come home. And I'm angry as well about the people in the other car...many of us go through hell and back to have a child, and here some people are so cavalier about their children...it triggers my PTSD. I'd love to slap them, even though they still probably wouldn't get it.
Tina, I understand feeling guilty putting your mom in a home - I felt awful every time one of my grandparents had to go to a home, even if they were only there for rehab. So many other residents were there for life, and it always made me sad to see them sitting in the doorways to their rooms, just waiting for something "interesting" to do. But on the other hand, it's for the best when they need round-the-clock care. Big

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Right after I posted on Tuesday, Josh began having a 2-day meltdown. I can't even remember what it was about now. Yesterday he burst his "splat shark" on the sofa, and whatever that fluid inside was, it stung my hands when I touched it (the packaging did say "do not touch fluid if toy leaks." That's a bit concerning. I looked it up later; it's made out of stuff that also makes paint thinner, nail polish remover, and glue). So I had to wash him, get the sofa cover into the wash, scrub the cushions, wash the legos (which caused another issue...I dumped the legos in the kitchen sink so I could wash Josh's hands first. I told my mother not to touch the legos, but she took them out of the sink and put them on the counter, right where we'd be putting food. Then she got mad at me when I tossed them back into the sink and told her again that the fluid burns and we don't want what that on our food.
Later, DH took Josh outside, and I suddenly noticed that there was crayon scribbled all over a photo of my grandfather (my favorite photo of him...taken in 1943/44, when he was in the Marines during WWII). Not on the photo itself; it's framed and behind a piece of acrylic. But it's the idea that he colored on a photo in the first place, especially one that he knows is special to me. It's in a sculpted USMC frame, too, that's no longer available. Luckily I was able to get the crayon off.
Today we went to Costco this morning. Not too bad. My mom made chocolate chip cookies yesterday, and as we came in here to sit down, Josh noticed and asked me for one of mine. I let him have it, and he asked me for another one before he was done chewing the last bit of the first one. I told him he'd have to wait a minute, so he started dancing around, getting closer inch by inch, and tried to take another one of mine. The kid has NO patience whatsoever. I don't know how to get it into him either. I don't even have his lunch made and put in front of him before he's saying "You forgot my drink," "I want my tablet," etc. He wants everything yesterday...
And just now, he threw his tablet at me and told me "It needs to be plugged in NOW." Keep talking to me like that, kiddo, and it can go down to zero for all I care...
I don't think anyone has asked a question today so I'll make one up.
QOTD - What is your favorite flower?
I think I would pick a brightly colored Gerber daisy, if I was picking just one.
I love Gerber daisies. I also love tropical hibiscus - I worked for a plant nursery for a short time many years ago and I fell in love with the "blue" ones. I like flowers that are unusually colored - like this year, we got some "night sky" petunias (they're bluish-purple and look like they've been spattered with white paint), and I saw some other flowers that were blackish-purple with yellow edges
And I will always love my black roses
