Embarassing Fight With a Bee

If you know me at all, you know that I am terrrrrified of bugs. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. I get the "heebie jeebies" just as badly if I have to pick up a dead spider. When I have to kill a bug my typical reaction is jumping up and down, screeching, getting chills, or breathing heavily. If you ever need a laugh, just come watch me work in my flower beds! I know my neighbors think I'm probably crazy. When I was teaching 1st grade, I had a spider in my classroom, and I had to get one of my little boys to come kill it for me. Pathetic you're thinking? But just wait. When I was still living at my parents house, I think I was in college by then, a wasp got in the house. I actually called my mom at work and told her she HAD to come home and kill it. Luckily she only worked a couple minutes from the house. Otherwise I don't know what I would have done. She tried to give me a pep talk and get me to kill it myself but that wasn't happening. She said she'd be on her way so I went outside until she got there! Now that's pathetic! My Friday incident sort of reminded me of that.

Brylee and I had just gotten home. We were going to be leaving for the lake when Ben got home from work. I was mostly packed but just had a few last minute things to do so I went to sit Brylee in the floor to play. Before I could even get her to the ground, I heard this buzzing noise on my head. This is the same buzzing sound I hear everytime I go out to the garage. Apparently, a bee had landed on my headband somewhere between getting out of the car, getting Brylee out, and heading inside. I just wish I would have realized it before I went inside, unleashing this "beast" into my house! It was an angry bee, no lie!

So as soon as I heard the buzzing sound on my head I started doing my typical swatting, squealing, jumping, all with Brylee on hip! Yes! He disappeared! For a minute. I set Brylee down in the floor and went in the kitchen to prepare for the war I was about to have with this angry, mean bee. I grabbed a towel determined that I wasn't going to lose! I heard the loud buzzing sound and was relieved for a minute when I saw him high up in the window above our front door. I was hoping he would just make himself at home up there until Ben got home. Yeah right Lisa! He spotted me looking at him and flew right for me landing on my shirt. 2nd panic attack began, this time jumping, squealing, and slinging that dadgum towel around that wasn't doing me a bit of good. All while doing this, Brylee is just staring at her crazy momma and I guess because of my psychotic behavior she starts crying. I go to pick her up and the bee has once again disappeared. I hear that awful buzzing sound, this time spotting him in the kitchen windows. I stand there thinking about what I'm going to do. Stupid bee didn't even give me time to think before he starts flying 50 miles an hour at me and Brylee. I am not exaggerating either! ;) 3rd panic attack, this time no jumping, no squealing, no swatting. Just hightailing it out the door! Yes, a bee chased me out of my own home! Sad, I know. I lost the fight but I didn't care.

Brylee and I ended up hanging outside (just like last time) until Ben got home, which was only about 10 minutes. I actually was hoping my neighbor would have been home because I would have asked them to come over and kill it! When Ben got home, of course the stupid thing wasn't anywhere in sight. So I finished my last minute packing, feeling a little skiddish because I knew it was in the house somewhere, probably watching me, getting ready to attack! When we started getting ready to go put our stuff out in the car, Ben saw it fly right into Brylee's bag and killed it! ::sigh:: Huge relief!! We got our bags in the car and as we are heading out the door I realize I still have my weapon (the towel) over my shoulder getting ready to take it to the lake I suppose! Hey, I can never be too prepared I guess!

Hot Mac n Cheese and a "Mommy Freak out"!

This weekend started off great. Although Brylee came down with a fever Friday, I really thought it was nothing to worry about. I just assumed it was teething. Saturday morning we woke up and she was still feeling a little feverish so we just gave her some Tylenol. Ben was supposed to go play softball but he decided to stay home with us under the circumstances. I made pancakes that morning and this was Brylee's first time to try them and she wanted no part of them :( So I squashed up a banana for her. (She loves bananas!) But again, wanted no part of those either. I just figured she wasn't hungry.

Later on that evening, Ben and I decided it was a genius idea to go out to eat! She was fussy as we were getting ready to leave but she had not napped well all day so I assumed she was just tired and by the time we got to the restaurant she would be asleep. (There I go again with that "assume" word. You know what they say about that!) Well we got to the restaurant and what do you know, she was not asleep. This dinner ended up being anything but peaceful. Usually we can find something to pacify her but nothing worked! After ordering, Ben tried to walk around with her and get her to sleep but nope, wasn't happening. We got our food and Ben told me to go ahead and eat. So I started eating as fast as I could (ah joys of mommyhood). I started eating so fast that I had no idea how hot the macaroni and cheese was going to be until I got it into my mouth and panicked. I mean jeez, I'm out in public. Had I been at home I would have very rudely just spit it back out on my plate. I tried to just play it cool (no pun intended) and open my mouth a little to try and cool it off that way but that wasn't working. So I just had to do the ole "wipe my mouth with a napkin" trick and spit it out. My tongue was scorched AND I ended up not finishing my food so that Ben could hurry up and eat and we could get out so the poor people around us could enjoy a nice quiet meal. Ben's a very quick eater so he was done in no time. Brylee was burning up by this time and I had already given her some tylenol. We got her out to the car and I decided to sit in the back with her. That's when I started freaking out a little. Brylee was just staring at me. Her eyes looked horrible and she was acting really strange. She wouldn't even hardly move. We didn't even get out of the parking lot before I had to make Ben get in the back with her. I was just too scared. I asked Ben if we needed to go to the hospital. He told me to go on home and we could give her a cool bath and what not. Then I looked in the rearview mirror and saw him looking closely at Brylee. That's when I really freaked out when he said, "Yeah, let's go on to the hospital." He started to see all these red dots on her skin. So it became apparent that her fever had really spiked. I cranked up the air to get her to cool off and right away she started acting a little more normal and her skin started clearing up. We ended up going on home, giving her some Motrin, pumping her full of cold Pedialyte, and giving her a cool bath (which she hated by the way! I hope that it didn't scar her because she absolutely loves bathtime!)

I guess this was my first real "mommy freak out" moment and I didn't handle it as well as I would have liked! But seeing my baby girl look like that was so hard to handle! I'm hoping next time, I'll do a lot better! So thankful Ben was there. He did great! She is still feverish today so I will be taking her to the doctor first thing tomorrow.