So here it is, a Wednesday night at nearly quarter after 10, and I'm slowly sipping on a beer and checking my various favourite sites. You wanna know why? Well, because, dear Friends, Reese finally got the much coveted chicken pox! I worked a total of eight days in May between holidays and Rhett's pox and June is off to a fine start as well!
Really it's going to bite me in the ass, hard, upon returning to work full time because the work keeps piling, the crises keep coming and it's just all awaiting my valiant return.
For now though, I shall focus on the positive for two reasons: I don't have to go to work tomorrow and I'm slightly buzzed from the beeeer. tee hee. Anyway, so far Reese is holding up well. Slightly less energetic than usual but not too itchy yet, but it's early. I promise to take veery good care of him as a reward for earning back my love and taking his hit for 'Team Mommy Stays Home from Work'.
Disregard the spelling errors. This too can be attributed to my friend in the can. Ha ha. That sounds like my friend is in the bathroom. No, this is my liquid friend in an aluminum can. I'm fancy like that. No glass for me, thank you very much.
Showing posts with label Chicken Pox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chicken Pox. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Yes He is My Favourite
My family often accuses me of favouring my youngest child. Three year old Rhett. I previously wrote about how he may or may not have me wrapped around his finger. At times I have felt slightly guilty about this but today, I don't.
I don't because, bless his three year old little heart, he saw his brother was not going to comply with my never-ending quest to have a valid reason not to go to work and he promptly got the chicken pox. FOR A SECOND TIME.
How do I not give him a little extra snuggle for that? Or maybe even whisper sweet nothings about him being my favourite in his ear when no one else is around? He is putting his soft little toddler body through a second spell of itching and potential scarring just so I don't have to go to work. Or at least that's how I see it...
If you follow along and remember, he broke out with the pox Monday before last. Which meant I got to stay home from Tuesday to this Tuesday because of the long weekend. I went back to work two days ago and am home again today. He has sprouted three new solid pox and the beginnings of three others on his face. I love him so much. And with any luck at all, the six year old will still eventually get them.
That is, if he wants any of my love, he will.
I don't because, bless his three year old little heart, he saw his brother was not going to comply with my never-ending quest to have a valid reason not to go to work and he promptly got the chicken pox. FOR A SECOND TIME.
How do I not give him a little extra snuggle for that? Or maybe even whisper sweet nothings about him being my favourite in his ear when no one else is around? He is putting his soft little toddler body through a second spell of itching and potential scarring just so I don't have to go to work. Or at least that's how I see it...
If you follow along and remember, he broke out with the pox Monday before last. Which meant I got to stay home from Tuesday to this Tuesday because of the long weekend. I went back to work two days ago and am home again today. He has sprouted three new solid pox and the beginnings of three others on his face. I love him so much. And with any luck at all, the six year old will still eventually get them.
That is, if he wants any of my love, he will.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Cheated
Remember how Rhett the 3 year old has chicken pox and yesterday he was extra cuddly? Well he still has chicken pox but is slightly less cuddly. In fact you can hardly tell he's sick. At this very minute he's doing laps around the house.
Um, I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the benefits of a sick child but they are supposed to have less energy and be quiet pathetic little souls who watch movies on the couch and ask for juice. Instead my child is attempting to re-enact Avatar.
He got up at 5 a.m. today. At 12:30 p.m. he announced he was ready to sleep and did so for two hours, thank Jebus. I had a nap too followed by the rapid succession inhaling of a chocolate pudding and chocolate covered granola bar but I'm still bitchy. I need to keep a stash of actual chocolate hidden in my house for just such occasions. However, much as with cookies, if I know it's here, it's not hidden and it's gone.
Sigh. Anyway, I am mature and good enough of a mother to appreciate the fact that my little boy is not suffering. I just want him slowed down a little. Is that too much to ask?
I think not.
Um, I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the benefits of a sick child but they are supposed to have less energy and be quiet pathetic little souls who watch movies on the couch and ask for juice. Instead my child is attempting to re-enact Avatar.
He got up at 5 a.m. today. At 12:30 p.m. he announced he was ready to sleep and did so for two hours, thank Jebus. I had a nap too followed by the rapid succession inhaling of a chocolate pudding and chocolate covered granola bar but I'm still bitchy. I need to keep a stash of actual chocolate hidden in my house for just such occasions. However, much as with cookies, if I know it's here, it's not hidden and it's gone.
Sigh. Anyway, I am mature and good enough of a mother to appreciate the fact that my little boy is not suffering. I just want him slowed down a little. Is that too much to ask?
I think not.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Play-Doh, Power Rangers & the Pox
So yes, he officially has the chicken pox. I am not at work. I am wearing the coveted elastic-waisted pant. I tried to monopolize the Play-Doh play this morning. No, I'm not kidding.
See it was just Rhett's birthday and he got a Play-Doh set for making hamburgers, fries, etc. He wanted to play with it this morning and so I joined him in a little creativity. Is it wrong that I really like the smell of Play-Doh? Also, is it wrong if you are not good at taking turns with your three year old and may be just as excited as he is at the prospect of making Play-Doh french fries? I don't think so. Well, maybe it's okay to like the smell but in hindsight I probably could've let him make his fries before I finished mine. Also because of the crazy Type 'A'-ness of my being I had to make my fries out of the yellow Play-Doh and shuddered when he wanted to make brown fries.
Yes I'm aware I have issues.
Anyway, so far so good. He's got maybe six or seven pox at present and he's a little warm. Runny nose and cough and extra-cuddly. For those of you who are wondering just what my damage is in regards to him getting the chicken pox, it's really more about him than me. Yes I like having a valid reason to stay home from work but the younger these little people get the chicken pox, the less they suffer during.
That being said, I took a special delight in calling in and informing my supervisor I would not be in for likely the remainder of the week and really wasn't overly upset when Rhett got up at 6:10 a.m. Why? Well number one, he's not feeling well and number two, I didn't have to go to work. That never gets old.
Never.
See it was just Rhett's birthday and he got a Play-Doh set for making hamburgers, fries, etc. He wanted to play with it this morning and so I joined him in a little creativity. Is it wrong that I really like the smell of Play-Doh? Also, is it wrong if you are not good at taking turns with your three year old and may be just as excited as he is at the prospect of making Play-Doh french fries? I don't think so. Well, maybe it's okay to like the smell but in hindsight I probably could've let him make his fries before I finished mine. Also because of the crazy Type 'A'-ness of my being I had to make my fries out of the yellow Play-Doh and shuddered when he wanted to make brown fries.
Yes I'm aware I have issues.
Anyway, so far so good. He's got maybe six or seven pox at present and he's a little warm. Runny nose and cough and extra-cuddly. For those of you who are wondering just what my damage is in regards to him getting the chicken pox, it's really more about him than me. Yes I like having a valid reason to stay home from work but the younger these little people get the chicken pox, the less they suffer during.
That being said, I took a special delight in calling in and informing my supervisor I would not be in for likely the remainder of the week and really wasn't overly upset when Rhett got up at 6:10 a.m. Why? Well number one, he's not feeling well and number two, I didn't have to go to work. That never gets old.
Never.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Mission Accomplished!
You know I was quite pleased with this title to begin with, then when I realized it encompasses more than one thing, I was doubly pleased.
Mission #1: Steven getting his license.
Accomplished: Today!! Yee haw. No more carting that guy back and forth to work, or otherwise. No more driving with him with jaw clenched praying to Jebus he doesn't take off my side mirror on a parked car. Don't get me wrong, he's a good driver, but my vehicle is considerably nicer than his....I have now decided my second least favourite parenting job (#1 being toilet training) is Driver Training. The actual driving is tense and waiting for them while they go for their test is a special kind of torture of it's own. This was the poor kid's third run through and if he didn't get it today I was prepared to do the 'Bend & Snap' a la Legally Blonde if need be. Not sure that would've changed anyone's minds but maybe they'd have felt pity for the poor kid? In any event, it was unnecessary.
Mission #2: Acquiring the Chicken Pox
Accomplished: Today!! Rhett climbed into bed with us this morning and I saw a slightly suspicious looking mark on his arm but mosquitoes are already out so I thought maybe that was all it was. Well, now tonight, his nose his running like a mother-trucker, he is slightly warm and has four or five more spots. Chicken Pox is in the hoouuse!!
Part of me is slightly concerned as I am very busy at work and getting more behind by the minute and then the other 97.8% of me is thinking 'Woo Hoo!'. I will regret it when I go back next week and am swamped but whatevs. Right now I could care less. Right now I want to eat chocolate. Right now I'm wearing a nice elastic-waisted pant and fantasizing about wearing such pants all week. And not going to work. Not trying to remain professional while talking to some of the stupidest most ignorant people I have met (clients and co-workers alike) all day.
So people, for a Monday, in the end, it wasn't too shabby at all. The pets helped me keep it real as I did get to clean up some cat puke. Oh and for those of you concerned at my apparent lack of empathy as to the well being of my poor little three year old who'll soon be very itchy; back off, I'm not the one who had his brother licking his mouth when all was said and done in an effort to ensure he gets the chicken pox too. Okay, so Ryan didn't tell Reese to do that, but Reese got carried up in the moment of our family glee in the pox discovery and licked Rhett's mouth...gross, I know. I honestly believe it would never cross a little girl's mind to do such a thing. However 13 year old boys don't make each other's lives miserable just for sport, so it's a fair trade.
Good Night. Expect a full Chicken Pox (pock?) update in the morning. God willing, he'll be covered...
Mission #1: Steven getting his license.
Accomplished: Today!! Yee haw. No more carting that guy back and forth to work, or otherwise. No more driving with him with jaw clenched praying to Jebus he doesn't take off my side mirror on a parked car. Don't get me wrong, he's a good driver, but my vehicle is considerably nicer than his....I have now decided my second least favourite parenting job (#1 being toilet training) is Driver Training. The actual driving is tense and waiting for them while they go for their test is a special kind of torture of it's own. This was the poor kid's third run through and if he didn't get it today I was prepared to do the 'Bend & Snap' a la Legally Blonde if need be. Not sure that would've changed anyone's minds but maybe they'd have felt pity for the poor kid? In any event, it was unnecessary.
Mission #2: Acquiring the Chicken Pox
Accomplished: Today!! Rhett climbed into bed with us this morning and I saw a slightly suspicious looking mark on his arm but mosquitoes are already out so I thought maybe that was all it was. Well, now tonight, his nose his running like a mother-trucker, he is slightly warm and has four or five more spots. Chicken Pox is in the hoouuse!!
Part of me is slightly concerned as I am very busy at work and getting more behind by the minute and then the other 97.8% of me is thinking 'Woo Hoo!'. I will regret it when I go back next week and am swamped but whatevs. Right now I could care less. Right now I want to eat chocolate. Right now I'm wearing a nice elastic-waisted pant and fantasizing about wearing such pants all week. And not going to work. Not trying to remain professional while talking to some of the stupidest most ignorant people I have met (clients and co-workers alike) all day.
So people, for a Monday, in the end, it wasn't too shabby at all. The pets helped me keep it real as I did get to clean up some cat puke. Oh and for those of you concerned at my apparent lack of empathy as to the well being of my poor little three year old who'll soon be very itchy; back off, I'm not the one who had his brother licking his mouth when all was said and done in an effort to ensure he gets the chicken pox too. Okay, so Ryan didn't tell Reese to do that, but Reese got carried up in the moment of our family glee in the pox discovery and licked Rhett's mouth...gross, I know. I honestly believe it would never cross a little girl's mind to do such a thing. However 13 year old boys don't make each other's lives miserable just for sport, so it's a fair trade.
Good Night. Expect a full Chicken Pox (pock?) update in the morning. God willing, he'll be covered...
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
My Wish
My wish, today, was that my six year old had chicken pox.
Last night he was having a bath when I noticed a spot on his thigh that very well looked as though it could be the beginning of chicken pox. I was thrilled. Odd reaction you say? Well, I took the day off work yesterday because my daycare was closed. Nothing thrilled me more than the prospect of potentially staying home for the rest of the week if he indeed did have chicken pox and his little brother caught them too.
So this morning I dragged my butt out of bed at 7 a.m. and got into the shower. I feel it's prudent to point out that I have been off for the last four days and not once in those four days did either of my two youngest children stay in bed until 7 a.m. A-holes. Anyway, I got up, showered, got dressed and began the humanizing process (read: hair & make-up). It was getting later and later and my son (well both of them actually) was still asleep. Maybe this is a good sign, I thought. Maybe he's not feeling well, hence the sleeping in. So I dawdled. Did my hair first because it doesn't hurt to have my hair done but I really really didn't want to put make-up on unless I was going to work. However, still he slept...so finally I caved and put make-up on and thought, oh well, I'll be pretty at home for once.
Then, he awoke. I'm telling you I checked every square inch of that little boy's body. Nary a pox to be found. Reeling from disappointment I covered him back up and went and broke the bad news to my husband. He kindly offered to get out a red marker but I declined. I did happen to have one small shred of dignity left that stopped me from becoming a full out Munchausen Mama.
Off I went to work. Defeated and in no way prepared for the shitstorm that was about to hit me once I got there. Nor was I prepared for my two year old to actually shit himself in the McDonald's Play Land tonight.
Well, there you have it, another day, another healthy child, another pair of training pants rinsed out in the toilet....life is good?
Last night he was having a bath when I noticed a spot on his thigh that very well looked as though it could be the beginning of chicken pox. I was thrilled. Odd reaction you say? Well, I took the day off work yesterday because my daycare was closed. Nothing thrilled me more than the prospect of potentially staying home for the rest of the week if he indeed did have chicken pox and his little brother caught them too.
So this morning I dragged my butt out of bed at 7 a.m. and got into the shower. I feel it's prudent to point out that I have been off for the last four days and not once in those four days did either of my two youngest children stay in bed until 7 a.m. A-holes. Anyway, I got up, showered, got dressed and began the humanizing process (read: hair & make-up). It was getting later and later and my son (well both of them actually) was still asleep. Maybe this is a good sign, I thought. Maybe he's not feeling well, hence the sleeping in. So I dawdled. Did my hair first because it doesn't hurt to have my hair done but I really really didn't want to put make-up on unless I was going to work. However, still he slept...so finally I caved and put make-up on and thought, oh well, I'll be pretty at home for once.
Then, he awoke. I'm telling you I checked every square inch of that little boy's body. Nary a pox to be found. Reeling from disappointment I covered him back up and went and broke the bad news to my husband. He kindly offered to get out a red marker but I declined. I did happen to have one small shred of dignity left that stopped me from becoming a full out Munchausen Mama.
Off I went to work. Defeated and in no way prepared for the shitstorm that was about to hit me once I got there. Nor was I prepared for my two year old to actually shit himself in the McDonald's Play Land tonight.
Well, there you have it, another day, another healthy child, another pair of training pants rinsed out in the toilet....life is good?
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