Tuesday, February 17, 2009
It has finally happened. I have been saying it was gonna happen for months now. Mr. Can't Keep His Hands Out Of His Pants has given himself PINK EYE! Is there a dirtier child anywhere? No, I don't believe so. Joy of joys, the poor boy cant go to school or see his little friend Evan- which is like water to the monsta. Should make for an interesting week.
On a side note. I am currently unsure if he has transmitted the dreaded gooey eyeball to me or if I am having a psycho-somatic response and that is why my eyes are itching. Just wait until he gets a load of the burning eye drops that I will be picking up from the pharmacy later. Perchance this will get him to keep his hands from constantly fondling his junk? Huh, long shot there. It is going to take two parents to hold Mr. Thrashy Pants down for the eyedrops of doom.
One question. Why is it always my kid?
It was one of those days. Maddox has a sinus infection. It is on the mend with antibiotics and he is better each day but still having some crankiness. So on Friday, the day of his class Valentines Day party, it was a struggle to get him dressed and into the mindset of leaving the house. After a couple of fits he and Daddy were off to school toting a box of heart shaped cookies and some Mickey Mouse valentines for his fellow students. Unfortunately his day didn't pan out so well. It went something like this...
Once at school Maddox fell on the playground and scraped his face incurring a large bump on his forehead.
If that weren't enough he proceeded to stuff a Cheerio up his nose. It took his teacher quite some time to coax it out again.
By the time Mommy came to pick him up he had reached his thresh hold and was OVER it all. Several fits later he was home and out for the count.
Nana came over to sit for him while Mommy and Daddy did date night (Yippeee!) and Maddox proceeded to lock himself and Nana in his room....for 2 hours. Luckily Bodhi Mae was already down for the night and didn't wake up. Mommy will take full responsibility for this one. It was me who turned the lock around because I got tired of him locking himself in his room. Yeahhhh, well now he locks other people in there.
Turned out that Nana and he had gone in there to get ready for bed and my little man didn't quite feel like it so he turns, slit eyed and evil grinned, to his Nana and before she can shout "No!" he locks the door and slams it shut. Poor Nana. Locked in the room with the "monsta" and no way out. Maddox evidently started to freak out after he told Nana not to worry about the locked door, "it's okay Nana, just open the door."
"What? Are you crazy? You just locked us in here. I can't open the door. No, don't cry Maddie! No, don't have any water. Please stop screaming! You are going to wake your sister!"
Like I said, two hours later and that poor woman has broken two hangers trying to jimmy the door and is contemplating peeing in the trash can. She had to wait till Maddox had passed out to attempt her escape as everytime she tried Mad would push her out of the way, plastic screw driver in hand, claiming to be able to do a better job. Why do I have a feeling of foreshadowing.....someday some woman is going to blame me for this behavior. Ha! I have proof he was born this way Missy!
Well, just before Brian and I pulled into the drive she escaped. It had been one stinker of a day. I am wondering if she is going to come back???
Monday, February 9, 2009
I just want you all to drop what you are doing and go hug your babies. Go ahead, I will wait....now that you have hugged them tight be thankful they are healthy. I came across this blog the other day, http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/ and it has completely devastated me. This couple has just lost their 11 month old little girl, Cora Paige, to cancer. She was brought in for an ear infection and some other strange symptoms and diagnosed with cancer. Two weeks later she was gone. I don't know the Mcclenahans, but I can only imagine the pain that they are in. I haven't been able to think of much else lately. So, all I can say is no matter how frustrating, whiny, or angry the kids might be I know that these parents would give anything to have that with their little girl. I am going to try and remember that more often and practice more patience with my babies. I am going to hold my babies in my arms and feel their weight and realize how fleeting these moments are. I am going to remind myself when things are absolutely hectic and I am about to have a panic attack because I don't think I can take anymore just how empty my arms would be without my babies. Just how much I would ache to hold them in my arms, to hear them cry, laugh or even whine...I am going to be more grateful.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
There seems to be a recurring discussion amongst my girlfriends which involves their husbands and the topic of patience. Or rather what little we have with our children.
My own story goes something like this...
My son has been on the war path since he got up in the morning. The day has consisted of whining, a variety of fits, refusing to eat, refusing to nap, refusing to get dressed, more fits, and finally Daddy walks through the door. Now Mad is ecstatic to see his father so he runs to him gleefully throwing his arms around daddy's legs. I feel like, if not necessarily look like, road kill. So when we sit down to dinner and Maddie refuses yet again to eat and begins to whine. I snap at him. Its not pretty, and I am not proud of it, but it happens. The only whine I want at that moment is Cabernet. My dear sweet husband turns the look of disapproval on me and says aside to me that I am being a little harsh and that I would do better to practice more patience with the boy.
OH MY GOD! I don't even want to admit to you that I lost my shizniz.
"You try staying with the kid for 10 plus hours and see how patient you are. You are here for 5 minutes, of course you are going to have patience with him. Get back to me when you have put up with it for another 9 hours and 55 minutes. You know, babe, I was a completely different person when he was acting like this first thing this morning and yet, some how, over the course of the entire day I have lost it. So yes, right about now I am riding the frustration train. Your son is the freakin conductor."
What I really wanted to say went something like this- "Shut up and eat the dinner that I made while holding our 6 month old on one hip while keeping your son from bludgeoning the dog to death with a foam golf club. I am taking this bottle of Cabernet to the bathroom and will not be coming out until 1. I am a prune and 2. both these children are in bed. Peace out!"