See, I'm not so dumb as to ask if it could get worse, because the minute I do, WHAM! The cosmos decides to slap me upside the head. I told Mr.-I'll-Be-Home-From-Work-This-Week that I really figured the last 1-1/2 months on the gerbil wheel was gonna catch up to me but I figured it was going to be in the form of a really bad cold with snot, hacking snot, you know -- just lots of snot. Nope, karma decided to crap on me another way....
Let's backtrack. So Monday "Bebe" (because whenever you ask him his name, he says "Bebe") gets the double ear infection diagnosed. Fun fun fun.
Tuesday I head out to my MOPS meeting, where I'm a table leader and had to make a presentation, and thus my introverted self had THE LIFE SUCKED OUT OF ME by being "on" for two hours. Feeling like a rag that had been wrung dry & hung over a rack I take off out of there with Bebe & head to a local park where one of our playgroups is meeting for fresh air, fun & food. Since I only offer healthy options to my child (yeah, RIGHT) I drove through KFC for popcorn chicken & cheese curds. (All the other kids with their fresh fruit, vegetables & stuff were salivating!) Anyway, on the way there the cell rings & it's Hubby, aka Mr.-I-Need-To-Tell-You-This-Really-Quickly-As-They-Are-Waiting-On-Me-For-A-Meeting, who tells me our neighbor friend has been lifesquaded out of the neighborhood & I need to get the kids off of the bus.
I head back home to get Bebe to sleep, trade lots of phone calls with various neighbors, and have it all set -- I'll get the younger kids off the bus with mine & the older girl will do homework with another neighbor kid and then come to my house...where I'll then feed everyone & keep them occupied while we all continue to try to hide the truth from them. (All those years working at Mutual and lying to customers serves me well at times!) Party line was that Mom went to the doctor -- we just didn't tell them it was a doctor via the ambulance and hospital...
So kids get picked up by their Dad at 6:30 pm (after he flew back into town from NY) and by 7:30 pm I'm again calling around the neighborhood - this time to find a sitter for the big boys. Bebe was having a hard time breathing & after going through RSV with The Bigs, I know that when your child is sucking 2 inches of abdomen under his ribs to breathe that you have an issue. Lovely. So off we go to Not-So-Urgent-Care, which was actually pretty urgent this time. Nothing like saying your kid is having trouble breathing that gets 'em moving! Woo hoo! Got home by 11 pm and we're now the proud owner/leasers of a nebulizer. It had been 7 years, but it didn't take me long to remember "the position" to lock down a screaming & fighting child during a breathing treatment! Of course, at Urgent Care, the child was a model citizen -- even held the flippin' mask on his own face. Get him home? Hell child!! Ready for the WWF, I tell ya!
Wednesday then starts off with a bang. Nothing like being massively sleep deprived, running on adrenaline, then getting the phone call from the principal that Sullen (P) has had an "incident" on the school bus. Last time he had an incident, he had fallen coming off & they were so scared to death that they had put him into a wheel chair. Well, this time they needed the wheel chair after *I* got done with him! Apparently he got led into being a hooligan and wrote "You Are So Gay" on the bus window... and then, according to the Principal, "wrote the F word". Now, I'm thinking since he'd been writing gay that she meant fag... but then when she went on to tell me that he hadn't spelled it all the way I realized she meant F-U-C-K. Yes, my child is such a hooligan that he spells fuck F-U-C-L. I mean -- my theory in life is that if you're going to do it, DO IT RIGHT. Geesh! Anyway, he had to go eat lunch with the Principal & spend recess inside (so that meant he got to read -- so not much of a punishment for him). He had to give up priveleges here at the house, write an apology to the Principal, and I told him since he liked dirty things he could clean their basement bathroom, even the floor.
By this time, I'm about DONE with them all. We get through naptime, they come home, I try to terrorize Sullen even more while Mouth (K) hops around excitedly that Sullen is getting reamed... what a pain! So off we go to karate where Sullen & Mouth are to redo their weapons kata that they missed -- and long ugly story short about me calling Sensei to confirm the retest and finding a neighbor to pawn Bebe off on after his breathing treatment when he's on his albuteral buzz -- and the retest was postponed until NEXT WEEK. I was about ballistic at this point.
Get everyone to bed and in the middle of the night I woke up, turned over, and got bed spins. UGH. Well, that was just the lovely start of a beautiful case of VERTIGO. By Saturday I was throwing up in the front yard and called Mr.-I'm-At-Cub-Camp to bring himself, Sullen & Mouth home because I couldn't deal with Bebe on my own. He took me to Not-So-Urgent-Care for adults who didn't seem to care that I was about to redecorate their waiting area at any given minute, because we waited an hour for one person to get finished ahead of us -- yes, it apparently takes ALL THE STAFF in Urgent Care to bandage a sprained finger. I was about to give them a finger, all right!
Believe it or not, I left a lot out -- so now I'm just waiting for it to get better LOL!!
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