April 15, 2008

a little something to take the edge off

Pharmacist: How can I help you?

Me: I called in a refill for my son, and got a message saying that the scrip can’t be filled. I’m just wondering what’s going on.

Pharmacist: Patient’s name? (Looks him up in the computer.) Oh, right! We’re all out of that.

Me: Come again?

Pharmacist: It’s on backorder at the manufacturer. We’ve been waiting about three weeks but we still haven’t gotten any. Apparently they’re just not shipping it.

Me: Okaaaaay …

Pharmacist: You can try giving him a different antihistamine, an OTC, if this is for allergies –

Me: No, see, he takes it for ANXIETY and he’s really having kind of a tough time right now and he really NEEDS his meds and OH MY GOD IS THERE ANY WAY TO FIND SOME BECAUSE WE ARE TOTALLY OUT see my husband spilled the bottle but I was out of town and my OTHER child has a broken arm and it’s been really HARD for all of us and we’re not sleeping very well and –

Pharmacist (stepping back from the counter and putting her hands up in the air in a gesture of what can only be described as alarm): Um, I’ll see what I can do.  You just … stay right there.  Okay?  Okay …

Honestly, I have no idea where Henry gets his anxiety. I cannot even imagine, can you?  You know, with such calm and cool parents.

(Still no meds. Apparently there MAY be a similar drug he can try, but the developmental pediatrician was out of the office yesterday and until we change the scrip we’re just medication free!  Woo!  Which is really not lowering MY anxiety level AT ALL. The end.)

March 19, 2008

is it spring yet?

Things I am not ready for: on the way to school this morning, Charlie asks, out of the blue and very seriously, “Mama, how does the baby get out of the mommy’s tummy?”

And I say, “Oh, buddy, I don’t know. I didn’t go to medical school, you know!”

Go ahead, judge me. I don’t think well on my feet first thing in the morning.

After school, I take the boys to Saturn Grill for a snack, and then to the drugstore to pick up Henry’s medication. He takes this particular medication for his anxiety, but he’s seven so we just tell him it’s for his allergies. Which he worries about.  Because he is ANXIOUS, you see.

I can’t imagine where he gets it.

I pull up to the drive-through window and the pharmacist happily informs me that the drug company is discontinuing this medication! and that the pharmacy is almost out! thank you for shopping at Walgreens!

Henry says, “What did she say? What’s wrong with my medicine?”

“Nothing, buddy,” I tell him, “they’re just not making it any more.”

“But but but,” he splutters, “WHAT WILL I TAKE FOR MY ALLERGIES?!?”

Those two moments pretty much sum up my whole day.  They also leave me thinking that maybe I should have gone to medical school after all.

March 12, 2008

spring break, day three: it’s a total zoo around here

I took the boys to the zoo today, because it was EIGHTY DEGREES in Oklahoma City (thank you Jesus). We saw the baby lions and the snow leopard and some turkeys and a whole slew of bats.  And then we went out for lunch and played outside and went to the grocery and watched a movie and cooked hamburgers on the grill.

It was a really lovely day.

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February 22, 2008

Turtlerama 2008

We finished Henry’s turtle project, without any tears or yelling, although I have to admit to having very little to do with the diorama part, for obvious reasons (hello, NO CRAFTING SKILLS). Fortunately, I married a man who used to build models and dioramas for fun when he was a kid, so that worked out well.

It’s really a habitat, Henry says. Whatever.

Last night as we were getting ready to sit down to dinner, my phone rang; it was a call I really needed to take, so I went off upstairs to consult and Wade fed the kids and cleaned up and then moved everyone up to the playroom to make a turtle habitat. By the time I finished on the phone, the turtle was living large in my shoe box.

Well, not too large; they were small shoes.

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February 15, 2008

my lost week

This morning at breakfast, the boys had the following conversation:

Charlie: Henry, I drank SO MUCH last night. Did you SEE how much I DRANK?

Henry: Yeah, I drank a lot but not nearly as much as you.

Charlie: No, I totally drank more than you did.

Honestly, I thought they would be a little older before I had to overhear those kinds of exchanges, but I guess not. At least they aren’t talking about girls. Yet.

We had a lovely Valentine’s day dinner out, with the kids and Wade’s parents, because nothing says romance like eating barbecue with the entire family. The boys were very well behaved and only spilled one glass of water each on the nice white tablecloths.

And for the record, they were drinking milk and water. And Charlie did drink a lot. But he did not punch any paparazzi, although Henry did take his shoes off during dinner.

Can you tell I’ve been reading a lot of celebrity gossip lately?

I do not know how to account for the last week, although I appreciate all the emails with subject lines like “where the hell are you?” and “are you DEAD?!?” I am finally not sick (woo!) after a trip to Urgent Care and a SECOND course of antibiotics. I spent most of last weekend sleeping, including all of Sunday afternoon while my visiting mother cooked dinner for my in-laws. She also did some laundry and kept the kids from wandering away or breaking anything. Best. Mom. EVER. Seriously.

But other than the fact that my kids drank too much last night, nothing is really new. Wait, didn’t Britney Spears mother once say that EXACT SAME THING?!? And look where it got her.

January 17, 2008

it’s for you

Charlie refuses to learn our phone number, or rather ANY of our numbers, because we are the generation that has an entire phone book of numbers (home, work, Mom’s cell, Dad’s cell, etc etc). When Henry was in pre-K, we had him memorize our home number, only to later realize that we almost never ANSWER that number, because we just assume that anyone who REALLY needs us will call our cell phones. So then we had to teach him our cell numbers, which was fine with him because he likes doing stuff like that (memorizing! and numbers! ooooh!) so that we could be certain that if he were ever lost and had to call us, he could.

Which assumes of course that I am EVER going to let him go anywhere alone, which I so am NOT. But whatever.

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