“When he left here, he had an eye.”

Sometimes I just don’t know whether to laugh or cry.  In the old days I used to cry a lot more.  Now, most of the time I don’t care enough to cry, and the WTF-moments are so ridiculous that I’m beyond crying.

Tonight was supposed to be a double-sleepover, with Adlani at Shane’s house and Victoria here with Aliya.  Adlani has literally been counting the days since we picked the date a month ago.  Every morning when he wakes up, he asks how many more days until the sleepover.

So we got everything packed and went over to the Funsecas’ to drop off Adlani and pick up Vic.  Karen and I needed wine after a long, hard week, so we ordered pizza and let the kids run around the yard while we chatted.  Norah was home with Ben, so it was a little more relaxing than it would have been otherwise.

There were several altercations during the running-around-the-yard period, with various kids coming to us crying that so-and-so had hit her with the swing, somebody stepped on his hand, etc.  Just as it started to get dark, Adlani started shrieking and walking across the yard with his eyes closed.  Ever since the pencil-in-the-eye, Adlani has been really sensitive about his eyes, and the sound that he makes when he gets poked in the eye makes me want to pierce my own eardrums.

The shrieking went on, and on, and on, and finally I decided that the boys’ half of the sleepover would have to be postponed, at which point both boys were crying.  Ugh!  I thought this was supposed to be fun!  What a blast!

I drove home with Aliya, Vic, and the shrieker, gave him some Motrin and put him to bed.  After he woke up crying for the 8 zillionth time, I told Ben it was his turn to comfort him.  It is now 12:41 a.m.  The eye-poke occurred at 8:30.  Ben just came downstairs and told me that the eye-poke was my fault, I was supposed to be watching them, I let it happen, so he was washing his hands of the problem and going to bed, leaving Adlani crying again/still.  I was incredulous!
Me: “You’re saying that it’s my fault that the kid got poked in the eye?!?!”
Ben: “When he left here, he had an eye.  Now he doesn’t.  You deal with it.”

A little part of me wanted to cry at the unfairness of the accusation.  A big part of me wanted to scream, “BITE ME, DINGLEBERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The girls tried to make the best of it and have fun despite the shrieking.  Here’s their rendition of the Taylor Swift hit, You Belong With Me:

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