It was a "normal" Monday. The boys and I woke up. Peter took a bottle, I got him dressed, we came in and woke up Noah, Noah amazingly got ready without too much prompting/yelling/asking whatever we are calling it today. I got ready and for the most part they let me. Then we moved on to breakfast and I had to rush it a little as our plan was to go to the store and order birthday cake for Saturday. Well said plan went SOUTH!!!! And I mean seriously south! Noah did not want to eat his cereal fast or drink his juice in any manner related to "fast". I redirect/yelled/calmly asked him to eat/set the timer, pulled out all the stops. Well all they did was stop him from rushing and he moved into turtle speed. Eventually he finished and we made our way to the entrway. I now wish there was another room in our house that we could all get ready to exit the house from. I HATE, and I mean hate, the entryway. All bad things happen here!!!
What happened here. Well Noah was about as good as could be expected for a 4 year and 363 day year old! He eventually got his coat on, gloves on, and shoes. Then I come down the stairs and get Peter's coat on and then bring 2 things to the van and then it happened. The "worse" part. He pukes. He pukes on my pants, shoes, himself, the floor, the bench, it goes evrywhere. I ask WHY?!?!!!!!!!?!!?!? What have I done today to deserve this?!!?!?!?!? I would say that I have done nothing, but I am sure others would have a little something more to say. So I have the tantrum this AM, not Noah, and Peter, well his tummy felt much better so he was all smiles. I instantly start to cry and just sit there not knowing what to do. We were to leave early and go order Noah's birthday cake, balloons and pick out birthday treats and now this is not going to happen! Clean up mess.
Finally we leave and I bring them to daycare. Some reprieve right?
Peter has been sick so all day I think about him. Daycare had mentioned other kids having this "bacterial junk" including her so it is on my mind all day at work. Finally I call the Dr. and they call me back at 1:40 saying I should bring him in and they had a 2:30 cancellation. I work 20 minutes away from where we live, getting kids out of daycare in a timely fashion could be and should be considered an award winning achievement (but it is not) and so the race is on. I leave and I get there and we get to the Dr.
At the Dr. we run into Noah's friend and his Mom, nice to visit with another adult and a Mom no less! We get in and Peter weighs 18.8 (good job PT!). Oxygen saturation in blood is 98% (not a medical mind at all but I am told this is good), check lungs, good, check throat, good, check left ear, not so good, check right ear, really not so good. Notes made in computer and I am off to pick up Peter's first anitibiotic as he has a double ear infection. YIKES! This whole experience is only made better by Noah who is all over the place today and usually is not. On things, under things, pushing things, talking back, you name it and he tried it!
Off to Target to pick up the prescription. All hell broke loose on the way there and the crying/screaming/no Mommy/you suck ass Mommy etc. etc. ensued for the next 25 minutes. On the way there, in the bathroom, walking to the pharmacy, stopping in a back aisle on the way to pharmacy, at the pharmacy and on the way out. Noah has NEVER done this and I did not know what to do nor did I have one of my finer parenting moments. I bet the judges would have given -10 on my reaction to described behavior. I know what I should have done but I threw all skills out the window, everything I have read or even been told, yep, was not going to listen, maybe Noah gets this from me!?!?!?!?!?!? I was so glad to get the hell out of Target!
THANKFULLY home was better. Noah and I made our apologies. Medication given to Peter, nap for him, fun-filled evening for Noah (b-day celebration starts) and here we are.
Hoping today is just a little better. Setting the bar low so my expectations are not squashed!
How Sweet It Is! :)
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Icky. Let's get drinks the next time you are in town. Dump the kids. Have Amy dump her's and I'll ditch mine. (They prefer ditching to dumping.) Drinks!!!!
ReplyDeleteSounds GREAT! Ron is watching Peter one night, I assume since Ivy and Mia survived his parenting that Peter will fair well for just one evening?!!?!?!? going to the GB Leighton Concert at the Medina. It has been SO long since I have done something like that. Just trying to survive birthday week, we turn 5 tomorrow!!!!
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