I’ve pretty much had it with sick people! I think the disruption of our routine has caused some cranky moods. Cranky moods make me…. well, cranky!
It began with Tre coughing and just not funtioning normally so we went to the clinic on Saturday – pneumonia and ear infection. With the help of some good medication and rest he was wondering why he couldn’t return to school on Wednesday.
The following Sunday I decided Dija had been sick long enough that she wasn’t just bouncing back so off to Emerg we went and we were home by lunchtime with prescription in hand and a dose in her belly. She seemed to be feeling much better by Tuesday. However, on Monday Papa went to the Dr and he was sent home to bed and I’ve become a frequent flyer at the pharmacy! He will likely return to work on Friday.
I’m healthy and not coughing but I’m sick of sickos!
Let me explain. When they are sick, they speak and I listen, I run and get, do, feed, water, change, bathe…whatever they demand or ask for. They get better and forget that I’m not a fulltime servant nurse. This morning I was trying to get ready for the day and it seemed that everytime I tried to do something I was asked to do something else at the same time. Nothing suited Tre. He asked for yogurt, picked it out even but when it hit the bowl it was all wrong. I wasn’t long deciding that he needed to go back to bed and begin again on a happier note. He returned about 15 minutes later with a hug and a better outlook on life. After three trips to the bathroom I managed to get naked and into the shower with only one interruption… of couse I was there briefly when a little person joined me because I clearly can not be left unsupervised!
Crankiness reigned this morning but there was a bright spot. Papa spoke to me a little too, ummmm, well… cranky, and was told by a 3 year old not to speak to Neenee that way and that he needed to say he was sorry. Lesson learned… they do hear everything! It’s also encouraging to know he’s learning some great lessons about communication and being well mannered.
Papa did apologize and we do still love each other. We did manage to get to soccer and work and school but oh my it was a rough start to the day. Tomorrow WILL be better.

When a three year old boy stated rather emphatically from the back seat “We should go to the store and buy you a present!” I’d like to think it’s just a boy being totally sensative and thoughtful. That’s the kind of boy I like to raise… he’ll be a great man someday…. day dream moment.

It continued and the truth was evident. “We need to buy you a clock. A clock for your arm Neenee. Then you can tell that it isn’t naptime and I can go to my work now.”

Wow, the mind of a child can be so complex. I really did think for a moment that I was going to get a nice new watch, or um, clock for my arm. Since breaking my strap a few years ago I’ve been enjoying the freedom of no watch and aparently that didn’t go unnoticed. Driving along to pick up Dija from Nana’s haven to take the kids home for a torturous naptime, this lovely exchange occurred. He was so nicely disguising the battle of the wills – very clever!

Tre had been sick with pneumonia and missed some Nursery School and Soccer and cabin fever was setting in. With fever gone he became a little demanding because he just wasn’t sick enough to lay around anymore but not quite well enough to go out yet. I stuck to my guns and took both kids home for a lovely naptime. They didn’t even fight it.

Score: Tre – 1 (for making me laugh so hard)
Neenee – 2 (for getting 2 kids to nap without wearing a clock)