A Mower, A Key, A Call, & A Trip to the ER (4 INSANE DAYS)

(Typing with a gimp hand)....Here's our life in the last 4 days: (I can't make this stuff up!)
Wednesday: Jason gets home early to mow the grass. When you live on a street named Blueberry Lane, and everyone around you are many years into retirement....it's like living on a golf course. The lawns are perfect! Except ours, where we are like, "Whoa, we just bought 1/3 of an acre and that's a lot of mowing!" Anywhoo...Jason previously ran over our old push mower and crippled it (another story). Came home from Home Depot one day with a brand new mower that was a "great deal". It's a great deal cause it won't start very well. So after gimping along with it for a few weeks, I finally say (quite randomly) on Wednesday, "You know what. Let's return the thing." We load up everyone after dinner, and head to HD with no receipt. HD says, you need a receipt. We drive to West Haven to get it from his mom (it was a business expense). Drive to nearest HD. They say, return it to the HD that you bought it from. In the meantime, they tell us it has to be returned in 30 days.....remember my random comment? Turns out we are on the 30th day! So by golly, this thing is getting returned today! Drive to our 3rd HD of the night....finally return it, but they have no other mowers. So we have long grass and no mower. Got home way, way, way later than planned. Kids were champs-other than Ben gagging himself for fun and causing himself to throw up all over himself in his carseat. Do other kids do this?!? Abby did it at this 15 months age, thought it was a freak Abby thing that she grew out of....and now Ben does it. It's like: hop in the car with Mom; oh I'm bored so let's stick my fingers down my throat and laugh like crazy when I gag while Mom drives crazy cause she's trying to stop me. Only he did it so much (after a yummy baked potato soup dinner)...that he vomited all over himself (between the 2nd & 3rd HD). Abby grew out of it...so I'm just praying he does too. (At the 3rd HD, I stayed in the car with the vomit boy).
Thursday: Found a pair of white corner hutches on craigslist that are perfect for my dining room (need servingware storage badly). Drove 45 minutes to Stamford to look/buy them. Drove home in pouring rain in rush hour traffic with two hungry kids. Got home in time for quick dinner w/ Jason before he rushed off to a meeting. Not happy about the rushing...but the great deal on the corner cabinets is worth it. As Jason is leaving, realized that 1/2 of my Audi key fob (w/ the key) is missing. Search frantically outside, inside, car, house, yard, rain, darkness, tall grass (see above). Can't find it. It's our one & only car key cause they're so dang expensive to buy. (I'm chanting as I look...."Will only buy Hondas or Toyotas from now on!")Still haven't found the key....how can it go missing in 30 minutes of me coming home and Jason leaving?!?!? Update: New key bought from Audi dealership (over $100 later). Old key not found...need metal detector.
Friday: Other than scrambling to get Abby to preschool and borrowing father-in-law's car...a good day so far. Evening time...Jason's home, kids are playing. Oh-Ben found my hidden Air Wick Scented Oil Warmer, disassembled it, sucked on the wick like a champ, and then handed it to Jason. I rush to find info online...."Call Poison Control Center immediately!" I'm freaking out, Ben's breath smells like Harvest Spice, and the poison control lady was so nice but asking me a ton of questions. I'm just hoping DCFS isn't going to ring my doorbell for hiding Air Wicks in my house! All in all, Ben is fine, no vomiting, no illness...but please note: keep them away from children (especially adventurous boys). Continuing on....(still Friday)...I made pork chops & scalloped potatoes for dinner..yum-yum. Even sliced my potatoes so nice and so quickly with my ever so sharp Pampered Chef slicer. I even did a silent woohoo for no cuts after the slicing because I always seem to nick my fingers with those very sharp blades. Later cleaning up after Poison Control Call & dinner and loading the dishwasher...yep. I sliced myself nice and deep on my left middle finger. You know, being lefthanded and all, it's quite painful and inconvenient. I pretty much tried to remove my fingerprint from that finger-that's all I say about the cut that even grossed me out. It bled like crazy forever, so I just finally put a pressure dressing on it, and we head off to church for the kid's "VeggieTale Movie Night." One throbbing finger and restless night later.....
Saturday: I come to work for a good ol' 12 hour shift today. Only had 2 patients so after showing cut finger to fellow nurse, I am ordered to head down to the Yale ER. 3 hours later- I have been given a lecture about a 12 hour window for stitches, given a tetanus shot, glued, steri-striped, and bandaged back together, I am now journaling my four insane days to share with you. :) Stick a fork in me, cause I am done.