Friday, January 15, 2010

In Sickness and In Health

Call me Mother of the Year.

Never have I said that motherhood was dull, but I do believe these last weeks have taken the cake for crazy. I'm convinced that Peanut has caught every cold in his school and passed them on to Tula and myself. Only now, he's surpassed himself.

It started on Monday. I took both the kids to the doctor for Tula's four-month checkup- she's doing very well, by the way- and on the way from the doctor to preschool I got to make the call of "you're so not getting my kid today" because Peanut vomited all over the backseat. Good to know I had the school secretary's sympathies. The fever showed up shortly thereafter.

Fast forward two days: still feverish. Boomer takes Peanut to Urgent Care because of a 102 degree fever at 6 in the evening. This is where my kid becomes an overachiever. It's just not enough to have an ear infection, oh no. No, Peanut's got bronchitis as well. So now we have not one but three different medicines rocking his system. Thankfully, they work.

So I got to send him to school today, and we were both cheering. Tula took an uncharacteristic four-hour nap, and I got work done. Much rejoicing. Until she woke up and threw up on me. I got her cleaned up and that was when the school called saying that Peanut did really well, but his cough is worse and he probably shouldn't ride the bus. Can I come pick him up? Yes.

So now both kids are out cold and I'm looking for tea and sympathy. Boomer's offering pizza for dinner. So now all I need is the tea, because Boomer is explaining in no uncertain terms that he is coming home as soon as he can manage to help. I love my husband.

This too shall pass, and quickly. And I know that this will make the kids' immune systems stronger. But seriously, Tula's going to have an immune system of cast iron by the time she starts kindergarten. Maybe that will make this worthwhile. Doubtful, but I'm looking for any silver lining here.

Call me Mother of the Year.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Mea Maximus Culpa

Call me Mother of the Year.

Forgive me, loyal readers...
For I have sinned.
It has been entirely too long since my last writing.
Blame my children.

I have learned that there is no point whatsoever in expecting to do anything during the day with a Peanut who needs entertaining while on Christmas break and a Tula who refuses to nap. I have also learned that begging reinforcements from Evil Twin results in great laughter. I'll remember that.

Christmas was a delight. Peanut has learned to read his name and had a fine time finding his presents in record time. He also appointed himself chief present unwrapper- it really didn't matter whose present, Peanut was there offering his services. And thiefing gifts to unwrap as he made his request. He's of the opinion that it's better to ask forgiveness than permission.

Tula had a grand time figuring out Big Brother and this whole present thing. And drooling up a storm as we've ended colic and begun teething. She still doesn't nap, but she will sleep through the night. Beggars can't be choosers. However, I do find myself begging her to go to sleep before 1:00 a.m. and sleeping longer than 6:00 a.m. Just saying.

The routine has been resumed as of today. Peanut went back to school and I got some Mommy time, which means the house looks like a bomb hit it and I got my fill of gummy grins and kick-and-wave. This was followed by hanging out with both of my children as Peanut broke out his Leapster. Much rejoicing.

In the meantime, I'll take my penance in the form of not nearly enough sleep and actually folding the laundry. And bringing the snark. Happy 2010 all!

Call me Mother of the Year.