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February 08 2010 ·
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this sucks My roles this weekend included, but were not limited to: medicine dispenser, nose wiper, feeler of foreheads, reluctant nurse, moaner and groaner, cough drop absorber, hoarse whisperer, germ magnet.
The house is a mess. There are tissues everywhere. I haven’t washed dishes in two days. I managed to tackle the laundry pile, but I wasn’t happy about it. What started as Buzz’s benign cough last week has turned into Sick Central, population: 4, going on 5 days now. I tend to say sharing is caring, mainly in jest, but there are some things better kept to yourself. Buzz is congested and miserable. Abby isn’t faring much better. I’ve got it all, too, and I shuffle my feet and pathetically groan just to make sure my discomfort is apparent. Another way I’ve morphed into my mother. The only one seemingly unaffected is J. Clearly, we haven’t coughed hard enough in his direction.
If there’s a bright side, at least we’re all in this together. Aside from J. Bastard.
Jedi, who is probably the least sick of all of us, is also the most pitiful. He’s currently bundled in a blanket on the couch and whines for medicine at the faintest sign of a cough. He’s only 6, but I already feel sorry for his future wife. At least he has the right idea, though. As horrible as I know they feel, I don’t understand why nobody’s taking the opportunity to sleep. That’s one of the few benefits of being sick that now seem lost. Naps. And chicken noodle soup.
That’s been my weekend. It sucked. How was yours?
February 03 2010 ·
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life Shortly after everyone went to bed last night, Buzz began to toss and turn constantly. He wouldn’t settle. At first, I thought maybe he couldn’t get comfortable. Then he started to whine, though, and that quickly turned to full-blown tears. For awhile, he was crying so hard I was afraid he would make himself sick.
During this, I also had to comfort Abby since she had been woken up, too. I figured one kid asleep, at least, is better than both awake and screaming. This meant that I had to leave Buzz crying by himself, however, which I hated doing. Luckily, J came in about this time and took over while I resettled Abby.
After what seemed like hours, but I think in reality was about 30 minutes, everyone calmed down. I told J to go back to bed. Abby was sound asleep, so my attention could focus again on Buzz. He was still wide awake, tears clinging to his cherubic cheeks. Nestling in beside him, I pulled the bedspread up to his chin and held him close. His shaggy hair tickled my nose as I wrapped my arm around him as tight as I could, his foot sticking in my side. That’s how we fell asleep.
It was a horrible night. I have no idea what was wrong, aside from a bit of congested cough this morning. But sleeping like that next to my little boy, the one who is always on the go and so destructive and non-compliant during the day, the one who steals away every ounce of patience I’ve stored. I feel as if I’m screaming at him constantly. This, quiet and tender and sweet, was a nice change of pace.
Today, he’s back to himself again. I’m watching and waiting and hoping the cough doesn’t progress any further. While I don’t wish for a repeat of last night, I’m going to try to hold onto it’s finer moments. I hope it might help both of us slow down a little.
February 02 2010 ·
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lists,
motherhood Parenting is:
- running on 5 hours of sleep, if I’m lucky
- a permanent imprint on the bottom of my foot of a car/block/the hell was that?
- repetition, repetition, repetition
- cleaning puddles of pee out of the carpet
- kissing imaginary boo-boos
- little hands everywhere, in everything
- partaking in the hundredth game of peek-a-boo
- a slimy coating of snot and spit
- never eating in peace unless the kids are in bed
- same with using the bathroom (see above)
- a movie watched in 10 minute non-consecutive spurts
- always being “on”
- taking bizarre satisfaction from digging boogers out of a nose
- dealing with more bodily fluids than I ever thought possible
- keeping a supply of super glue on hand
- fighting over/under/through/just eat your goddamn dinner
- happy streaking
- sneakily extracting batteries from the jam-pencils-in-my-ears toys
- having at least one “I GIVE UP!” moment a day
- a house decorated in cheap, colorful plastic
- “Is that poop? Or chocolate? I hope it’s chocolate. Here, smell it.”
- calculated by the number of uses you can find for baby wipes
- a lot of potty humor
- mostly guessing
- fickled, questioning, frustrating
- accepting, ridiculous, the best gig I’ve ever had
January 26 2010 ·
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life Some mornings just don’t seem like they’re worth getting out of bed for.
I begrudgingly trudge out of sleep already battling a migraine, with Abby in tow. Buzz wakes up with a pitiful burst shortly after. I turn the television channel to the last few minutes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse in an effort for peace, an extra second to rub my eyes open, and that’s when Jedi stumbles groggily out of his room. He notices that it’s the end, however, so the tears and whine flow before even a good morning.
“You haven’t wanted to watch Mickey Mouse in a long time, Jedi”, I remind him.
“But I wanted to watch it TODAY!”, he stammers in the midst of a fit.
Of course you did. Because you’re 6 and everything has to be difficult.
“Bring Mickey Mouse back NOW!”, he demands. Ignorance is bliss at this point.
He finally calms down, before everybody else starts up. Buzz screams at Abby and Abby screams at Buzz. Over toys, over books, over a breakfast muffin, over a spot on the chair, over oxygen in the air. Abby throws a toy at Jedi, and he joins in again. “You should punish her!”, he bellows my way behind still-tired cries. “Don’t throw things at your brother”, I sternly offer, as her face melts into an angry pout.
When I think back to my life pre-children, what strikes me most is how quiet it was. Now, there’s so much noise radiating from the walls at all hours of the day. Even before 9 a.m. Which leaves me wondering, is it time to go back to bed yet?
January 18 2010 ·
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motherhood Last night was the Golden Globes and I usually find myself compelled to tune in, which I had every intention of doing. I had watched a bit of the red carpet arrivals, oohing and aahing and ughing over the designer duds and expensive hairstyles that were frizzing in the Hollywood rain.
I was geared up, ready.
We had just finished eating dinner, and I was going to clean up a little in the 5 minutes before showtime. I hate leaving a really messy kitchen because that just leaves more work for me in the morning. Except in that brief time, J found the remote control and flipped through to see what else was on. A few channels in, and Buzz’s attention was caught.
“Turtles!”
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Crap.
Buzz perched himself on the couch, his milk in one hand, the Toy Story book he had been skimming in the other. He sat captivated. Changing the channel to a boring awards show now would break his heart.
“Ninja turtles!”, he exclaimed, pointing at the television.
Yes, Buzz, I know.
So much for the Golden Globes. I’m sure I didn’t miss much anyway, right?
