The Shitty Day Explained

Damn, that steak must've really hit the spot, because the plan for this morning was bacon and eggs, but what I really felt like was another one of those smoothies. So that's what I went with, and it was good! I'll save the bacon and eggs for tomorrow.

Mission of the Day: Accomplished! I made it to bed by 10 last night, read for a few minutes and was asleep before 10:30. Then my damned iPod woke me up at 5:30 instead of 6:30 (I really don't get why it's doing that, because I deleted the previous alarm and put in a new one, and it still went off an hour early). I didn't get up, but I couldn't get back to sleep, either. But it was kind of nice to just lay in bed, relaxing and thinking.

As for the shittiness of yesterday, what happened was that a small swarm of bees decided to take up residence in our back yard. Nobody noticed them until Tom stepped on them (they were on the ground just near his slide/cubby house thing), and 5 of them got him (all on the bottom of the foot) before I could get to him.

So the little fella was pretty damned miserable for a while, but on the plus side, now we know he's not allergic to bees. And Tom has learned two things: 1) bees hurt; 2) if Dad wants to make your hurt foot hurt even more by putting an ice pack on it, the best way to deal with that is to kick him in the junk. Hard and repeatedly.

That happened around lunch-time, and it was a couple hours before he was feeling better, but it's all good now. And apart from all the trauma involved, it also meant all my plans for the day were totally wrecked. But now we're all fully recovered, and the bees have been dealt with.

If it's a little hard to make out in the pic, that's a couple hundred little bee corpses. I know there are beekeepers around who will come collect a rogue swarm, but I figured this one was too small to be worth the effort. So I took them out. :)

I have no idea why they thought the little spot under Jack's basketball would be a good place to hang out. There are a half a dozen trees less than 20 feet away, so I would've thought they could find a spot in one of them. But no. They chose my kid's play area instead. They chose...poorly.

I've cleaned up as many of them as I could find, showed them to Tom, and told him that it was okay to go outside again, with his shoes on, but so far he hasn't shown any interest. I guess it'll take him a little while to feel confident and comfortable playing out there again.