Dancing in the rain last summer
Monday morning I woke up feeling really crummy. I tried to push myself to get the kids out of bed so that they could get ready for school. The girl was sick too. Nice. After a friend offered to take the boy to school, we got settled in on the couch; I figured we could keep the little boy at bay if we popped a cartoon in the DVD player. After an uneventful day, we made it to bedtime, & the girl seemed to be ready for school the next day.
Tuesday morning came & I felt worse than ever. My fever was holding strong at 101, but the husband got the boy & the girl off to school & went in to work late. I called the little boys preschool teacher & told her that I was ill & would not be making the drive in, only to have to turn around & pick him up 2 hours later. The little boy was full of salt & vinegar, but I managed to get him to play quietly so I could rest & try to get some sleep. TRY is the operative word here. Each time I got comfy. the little boy needed something that required my attention: a drink, his blanket, help wiping his bottom, & a "teeny tiny snack for my tummy Momma".
Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood (a spin off of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood) came on, & I knew that rest time was finally here. My little boy loves this show like no other. just as I got cozy under the covers, my phone rang. Drat! It was the boys' teacher. He was having behavior issues today. He was refusing to work & disrupting learning time. I had her put him on the phone & he got his Mom lecture on doing his work & what the consequences would be, should he make the wrong choice. His teacher cut the call short when he took off running down the hall after he & I spoke.
I knew there would be more to come.
Thirty minutes later my phone rang again. It was the school asking me to come & get the big boy. He was interfering with other children's ability to work, they were short staffed, & could not control him. Nice. SIL was home, so I asked her to keep an eye on little boy so that I may get big boy from school. I threw a coat on over my pajamas, put on my tennis shoes, & popped a stick of gum in my mouth (to mask my 'sick breath') & was on my way.
When I got to the school, the boy was sitting in a chair sobbing, growling, & rocking back & forth. He had a glazed look in his eyes that I've come to notice in recent months; he seems to be shutting out outside chaos when he gets this look on his face.
When we got home, I told him that there would be no Pokemon cards, no DS, no Bakugans or Bey Blades, & no TV for the rest of the evening. I informed him that he would be doing his homework & helping with chores, then he would be able to read a book or he could sit & stare at the wall. Period. End of discussion. I was not going to let him think that coming home from school was going to be a picnic. His psychologist said to not make a huge deal out of this, as we accidentally reinforce negative attention. Fine. I wanted to strangle my formerly well behaved child, but decided that I didn't have time to deal with CPS.
The big boy & little boy were claiming to be hungry. I looked at the clock & saw that it was lunchtime. Whatever. I was exhausted, but figured it'd be in my best interest to feed them before any of us did something unthinkable (oh c'mon, I wouldn't harm them; & if I did, I could blame the fever, right?). Slapping a bowl of cereal in front of each of them, along with some peanut butter toast, & a glass of milk would have to do. The big boy can't stand cold cereal, he says it's lame. He didn't complain, though. I think he knew I meant business.
Guess what? The school called me an hour later. This time it was to come & pick up the girl. Seriously?! Apparently she had vomited, & they frown on keeping vomitters at school. Once again, I asked SIL to keep an ear on my boys so that I may go & pick up the girl. When you become a parent, things are no longer all about you; this is just an FYI for those who didn't know this little nugget of information. Today was proving this to be true in a way that was getting under my skin.
We got the girl settle in her jammies & had her snuggles up next to me on the couch, when the little boy decided to get jealous. He had to squeeze his little body in between the girl & I. After the squealing & bickering subsided, we were (finally) able to rest until the husband of mine got home from work. The husband took over with kid & dinner duty, & I was able to take a small nap.
Dinnertime was quiet. YAY!! This can normally be a very loud time in our house. It was nice to not have everyone trying to speak over each other & argue about who had more milk in their glass, & all that jazz. Out of the blue the big boy looked up at Daddy & said, "thanks for this awesome food Dad. SHE made me eat Lucky Charms for lunch, & I thought I was going to die. This meal reminds me of how happy I was last summer when SHE was nice & let us dance in the rain".
He had settled down, but was still ticked off at me. I can accept that; it's in my job description. This morning he said he is going to try to have a super day at school today. This makes me happy, because his little brother got sick in the middle of the night last night. On our bed. I can't do any laundry until after the GE guy gets here to fix our washing machine that has been acting up for 2 weeks. UGH!!
As my friend pulled in to our driveway to take the boy & the girl to school, the boy gave me a hug & said, "I am going to think about my dancing in the rain happy feelings today, Mom". Then he gave me a hug.