Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

24 Hour Recap:
Nov. 7, 5:30 am- Alex wakes me up, begging for food and water and complaining that his stomach hurts. Not surprising, since he knows he is going to be having surgery for the FIFTH time this morning, and I'm sure there were some butterfly's going on. I calm him down and we talk for 45 minutes in bed before getting up to head to the hospital.
Nov. 7, 12 noon- Arrive home from the hospital (surgery went smoothly) and try to follow doctors orders of keeping cold compresses on the eyes. My 4-year old starts crying bloody tears in protest, I give up and we both go take a long nap.
Nov. 7, 4 pm- Beg my child to stop screaming, I absolutely must put the steroid drops in your eyes, I know it burns, I'm just so sorry. We both spend an hour on the couch together recovering from the trauma of it.
Nov. 7, 7 pm- Beg Alex to let me put a compress on the eyes, he's hysterical, begs for bed. He wins.
Nov. 8, 4 am- I hear crying. It's Will, begging for a drink. Fill sippy, give it to him and tell him to go back to sleep, please oh please.
Nov. 8, 4:30 am- Alan sits up straight in bed, there is a weird beeping going on in our house. It's our carbon monoxide alarm, he calls fire dept. while I get the kids out of the house. Are you kidding me? We hear the sirens. They are heading towards our house.
Nov. 8, 5 am- It's a false alarm, we can go back inside. Thank you firemen.
Nov. 8, 5:15- Will demands he must have his shoes to go back to bed, heads into the mudroom to collect them, comes out SCREAMING. He's yelling, crying and pointing to his foot. I pick him up, can't find anything on his foot. Alan appears from the mudroom, has just done battle with a scorpion. A scorpion who just stung my kid. Call poison control, it probably won't be fatal we are informed. Oh, good. Will calms down, we all gather in the family room on the couch. Alan thinks that it's almost funny. Not to me.