April 21, 2008
it snot you
Charlie is feeling JUST FINE today, thank you, or fine enough to spend every single moment of the day in which I have not been doing something specifically for him stalking me around the house asking me to DO SOMETHING FOR HIM.
In other words, fine enough to go back to school tomorrow! Woo!
He has a new cast, a blue one, but there are no photos because now we’re out of the oh-my-god-we-broke-the-baby phase and into the phase where we start to wonder if we will ACTUALLY be paying off the doctor’s Porsche out of our own pockets (I do not know for a fact that this doctor drives a Porsche; he’s a terrific doctor and certainly deserves one, and will probably be able to afford it by the time Charlie’s arm is all healed, at the rate we’re going). The arm looks good, though, and we’re no longer worried about how he will play t-ball with only one limb.
Although of course he’s not playing t-ball because I would sooner go hunting with Dick Cheney than have to sit through t-ball season. But you know what I mean.
Charlie also appears to have made a COMPLETE recovery from the whole strep infection, which is good since he hates the medicine and will have to take it for EIGHT MORE DAYS. And there’s nothing I love more than starting the day with a kid who spends FOURTEEN MINUTES sitting at the table whining about the medicine, and then shoots it down in one gulp and announces, “That wasn’t too bad!” Every day for TEN DAYS.
Henry has either the Worst Allergies Ever or a Truly Badass Head Cold; either way, every time he blows his nose, he fills the tissue with what very well may be portions of his brain. Then he leaves the tissues willy-nilly all over the house, or, if he’s feeling particularly helpful, hands them to me and says, “Will you put this in the trash for me?”
Yes, because one of my greatest joys as your mother is to TOUCH YOUR SNOT.
Charlie is currently arguing with Wade about how many pillows he needs in his bed and what exact pillow CASES they need to have on them, and I am counting the SECONDS until EVERY SINGLE PERSON in this house leaves me all alone, for at least seven hours because I just had the SAME discussion with Charlie, TWICE and I am all done being the mommy now.
Although as soon as they all leave, I will come down with The Strep. Mark my words.
Posted by Susan @ 8:25 pm • those damn kids
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April 21st, 2008 at 9:20 pm, SoMo Says:
I think it is time to put a pillow case on your head. It will make you invisible and keep all their carrier monkey germs off of you. If that doesn’t work, then you can lay back and inmagine you are anywhere else.
April 21st, 2008 at 9:24 pm, A.Berkoski Says:
rollsonthefloorwithlaughter. I read your blog because you’re hilarious. I also read it because I feel for a moment like someone else on this crazy planet might also feel like they are at their wits end once and a while too.
April 21st, 2008 at 9:33 pm, Crisanne Says:
Don’t, I repeat, Don’t get the Strep. I had it last week. Like swallowing nails and razor blades together. But antibiotics are a God send!
April 21st, 2008 at 9:34 pm, Rebecca Says:
Oh the germs,and the crankies and the bedtime rituals! It’s all so hard! I hope they are both in bed now and you are enjoying a nice quiet night!
April 21st, 2008 at 9:49 pm, Erika Says:
Your bedtime ritual is going better than mine. My 12 year old son, Kenneth, just told me that he doesn’t have any clean underwear to put on after he gets out of the shower. I don’t keep up with the laundry as well as you do. My head didn’t explode though. I just told him to sleep commando. I’ll wash a load after I read my blogs. I know, I’m a bad mother.
April 21st, 2008 at 10:16 pm, All Adither Says:
I’m all done being mommy by 8:30 every night. The end.
April 21st, 2008 at 10:30 pm, Susan Says:
You can get a shot for strep now. TOTALLY worth it. One shot, a little screaming… much better than the TEN days. Trust me. Oh, and the t-ball comment - I’d rather go hunting with D.C., too. I wish someone had warned me.
April 22nd, 2008 at 7:20 am, Paulla Says:
This cracked me up. Though mine are all teens now (and one in his 20s) I remember so often telling everyone (hubby included) that I was resigning and would no longer answer to “Mom.” But they wouldn’t accept my resignation. And they kept calling me mom. They still do.
April 22nd, 2008 at 9:42 am, Mama Bear Says:
I say, “I’m not the Mom right now” and disappear into the bathroom and shut the door. Unfortunately that’s when I need to be the mom the most, because that’s when the knocking on the door starts along with, “when will you be done/come out/help me?” It never fails.
I also enjoy reading your blog, it’s good to see we all suffer through some of the same things.
April 22nd, 2008 at 10:08 am, The Simple Family Says:
What is with these kids and their meds? When Ellie had her tonsils out, we had THE SAME THING every 4 hours with her pain medicine.
I tried everything..bribing, begging, holding down, pretending to give it to her brother, offering it rectally… finally, she realized that her throat hurt less and she’d take the “yucky” medicine. Then, of course, she’d ask for a popsicle.
One month later and we’re still asking for popsicles.
April 22nd, 2008 at 1:13 pm, standing still Says:
Oh honey, if there is anyone in the Universe who understand your pain, it’s me after the extended house-bound-ness-during-the-femur-break-winter. You. Starbucks. A flask of whiskey. No one asking for anything. Priceless.
April 22nd, 2008 at 4:49 pm, Aurora Says:
“and I am all done being the mommy now.”
Oh yeah, I hear you!!
April 22nd, 2008 at 7:39 pm, karyn Says:
Oh, how I feel your pain.
My son with Asperger’s is struggling with the Blowing-Your-Nose thing and I have to hold the tissue for him to blow into still. But I didn’t position the tissue just right and wound up with a hand full of viscous, jello-ey shnook. When I tried to be calm and reach for a new tissue to clean up, he wiped his nose on my new Ralph Lauren shirt.
I so totally want to run away. Good luck avoiding The Strep -