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.
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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.
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.
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