Arrrrrrgh!!!
I’m having one of those weekends where going to bed and staying there sounds like a great idea.
I was looking forward to this weekend. I had planned a game night with our neighbors a month ago. I had organized an outing to meet Gabriel’s new friend at school and family on Saturday. The kids’ godmothers were coming to town and the family was getting together for a birthday party for my father-in-law.
Gabriel woke up with pink eye on Friday.
I got him into the clinic and the nurse practitioner agreed and subscribed something. She agreed to write up a prescription for Hannah who was not exhibiting signs of pink eye yet, with the understanding that I wouldn’t administer it unless she showed signs of pink eye. No problem, LOL, I try to keep medication to a minimum. I rarely succeed these days. Since we in the clinic and it was only pink eye after all. I got both kids their flu shots. I went ahead and filled both subscriptions it is only a matter of time after all.
I hadn’t realized how much I was looking forward to those social engagements, but I was and I’m feeling sad. I keep reminding myself there will be other days.
I know it is still bothering me though. Little things are bugging me. Ok, some are big. Tonight is a no nurse night and tomorrow is Gabriel’s religious school. It’s a half-hour away so we need to get up early. We put Gabriel to bed at 8:00pm. He didn’t get to sleep until 11:45 and this was made apparent to me as he kept coming into Hannah’s room every five to ten minutes to ask for a hug. I was trying to settle Hannah down for sleep and for some reason his constant interruptions were not helpful.
At one point he claimed to be nauseous. At this point he doesn’t get to play any video games tomorrow, he has no TV privileges and I decided if he is nauseous there is no school for him tomorrow (He has been on medication for pink eye for 24 hours he is supposedly no longer contagious) No school tomorrow means I won’t get a chance to go paint at the pottery shop either.
I just settled Hannah to sleep and she has a rash that looks suspiciously like chicken pox.
I’m not going to be going anywhere for a while. Ok, I finished the poor me and letting go. Deep breath in and deep breath out. These minor annoyances will pass soon. Right? Hmmm my eyes are starting to itch.
--Mom
P.S. I had a Funny Dream last night. I dreamt we were living with Martha Stewart and I had to teach her how to suction a trach.
Comments
We enjoyed our too brief a visit Saturday but wished the kids were feeling better! And there will be other weekends, we promise!
The Godmothers
Posted by: Stephanie Z. | October 23, 2007 07:12 PM
Martha Stewart suctioning a trache. Now that's a visual!
Posted by: Terry at Counting Sheep | October 26, 2007 08:12 AM