T vs V: Caution, Contents May Be Hot!

So the past two days have been action packed for the Verdizzlets and their very exhausted mother. Most of the time, at least lately, the Verdizzlets are winning the T vs V challenge, but the Turnverein doesn’t like to lose so onward we move into Saturday. I wake up to my phone ringing shortly before eight and I am thrilled to find out that Cassie is dropping off our milk. Long story short we bought milk the other day while we were waiting to go look at houses with our realtor and then realized that we had no refrigerator for the next five hours and borrowed hers. Then we forgot to pick up said milk for two days. Epic fail on our part, I know. So moving on, I go downstairs get the milk and get to talk to a grown up. Yea me!

When I get upstairs Joe is awake so of course I am up for the day. I then get a text from another friend, Holly, telling me that there is a Wild West Fest at the Eiteljorg Museum today and I check it out online. It looks amazing. We get up, we get showered, we get geared up for a trip into the wild west, one problem. Olivia does not have blue jeans. Normally this isn’t a problem because she won’t wear them, I mean it is a nuclear meltdown if I even take jeans out of her closet and put them on her bed, let alone ask her to actually put them on. However, at this point Joe is all “cowboyed” up and Olivia has nothing. She begins wailing like someone is killing her and even tries to wear a pair of Joe’s blue jeans. I actually had to cover my face several times as she tried to sit down in these jeans (two sizes too small) and started crying because if she sat down she couldn’t breathe. I asked her if this was really worth it, but this was lost on her since she is in fact still six. I finally talk her into some black pants that look very western-ish with her new fall boots and a thermal shirt; which she agreed to. She looked really cute and topped it off with a silver sparkly belt, so it was totally Olivia.

We went to the west fest and had a great time. It was so great that by the time we got home we were all exhausted. Andy and I made lunch and we all sat down to play or lounge around for a bit.

At seven we decided that at some point we should eat dinner. Sometime later we actually ordered some pizza and Andy went to pick it up. You know pizza is normally not that hot when you carry out, however since this pizza place is located two blocks from the apartment that was not the case.

Andy handed me my pizza and it was sitting next to me since I was working on something. He opened his pizza and started eating. Then Olivia opened her pizza while Andy warned her that it was hot. I didn’t think much of it, this is a pretty standard conversation at our house because if the kids eat hot food they spit it out and it makes a huge mess. Not cool. All of the sudden Olivia is screaming like she is being stabbed (notice how she does this multiple times each day). She has been pretty dramatic all day at this point so I tell her to seriously get a grip. I mean, I know hot pizza can hurt, but come on.

Fast forward three hours, and I feel like a total jerk because Olivia has multiple burn welts on her hand and thumb. And I just want to scream, “REALLY, Seriously, this is my relaxing Saturday? And why don’t I have some sour gummy worms or at the very least some Twizzlers?” She hasn’t been able to take ice off of it almost all evening (we have alternated ice, an ice pack, or a cold cloth to keep her skin from having too much ice on it).

So here’s to a few days worth of gauze, Bactine with pain reliever, Tylenol, and Neosporin and whining increased tenfold. The Turnverein and Dominoes have taken the W today, and the Verdizzlets have lost miserably. Until next time…

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