The last few days we have been learning lessons about friends. The lessons aren't planned, but happening naturally and nonetheless.
The gender differences are showing up earlier than I thought they would, but I really think that's what the basis is for these "issues". Boys want to play with boys a lot of the time because they're like-minded and can be dirty and rough. Just to clarify, my girl is pretty girly but she's also got a big attitude and doesn't mind getting messy.
Anyway, one scenario presented itself yesterday when she was with a set of brothers. The older they get, the more they want to play ball and run with other boys while she wants to climb, slide, and swing. There was still some overlap play, but she's only interested in playing football for so long and the boys weren't really interested in swinging.
The second instance happened today when we got home from school and work. She thought plans were set in stone to meet up with another boy to decorate pumpkins. Apparently, the comment made about plans was said just to be sweet which ended up hurting feelings when there was no follow through. Nothing really to be mad about as a parent, but I also understand her sensitivity to the situation.
Trying to explain how things work, like different family dynamics and everyone not wanting to play the same game, is not easy. Even choosing words that a four year old can understand to explain the most basic concept involved was tough. I don't know that she really understands, but art projects and the Barbie show on Netflix are soothing enough.
The other lesson involves a furry friend that doesn't belong to us. She had a play date with a cat and has been asking to go back over ever since then. The challenge there is not only explaining that we can't just stay over at this friend's house, but that the cat doesn't always want to have a human companion - specifically toddler - trying to do tricks with him.
There's been lots of crying and pouting with all of this, and my heart does ache for her to an extent; however, I also know she's got to start learning these tough lessons and they will only help her in the long run.
Monday, October 22, 2018
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Number Four
This is the year of four. We just celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary, our daughter turned four at the beginning of the year, I'm going to turn 40 in a few weeks and my husband will turn 40 in the fall. The prophet, Google, says the number 4 means good things like stability and solid direction. Unfortunately, that is the exact opposite of what I've been experiencing lately.
I had a sinus infection for over a month and took lots of steroids and antibiotics. I'm finally well, but my allergies are going insane and that might be because we have a rodent issue at home. It/they found Easter candy and had a field day eating that and all of our produce. This morning was the first in two weeks we haven't found poop anywhere. Maybe it's because we got a big new trap, or maybe it's the essential oil spray I shot everywhere I could think of yesterday afternoon. The office is moving so we're all stressed about packing everything before the annual convention we're attending that starts this weekend because when we get back, there's only two days left to finish packing. And if that wasn't enough to deal with, this morning my daughter and I were in a car accident on the way to school. It was a hit and run which caused a domino effect across the highway involving five vehicles. Thankfully, the person who started it all was caught later this afternoon.
So where's this sense of balance and stability that's supposed to be happening? I've tried praying, yelling, screaming, posting on Facebook, venting to my husband and friends, but nothing's getting better. I usually feel better after I talk, but the universe is just not letting up. Another thing that's always in the back of my mind (and my husband's) is how desperately we need to move. We have seriously outgrown this place. No matter how much stuff we get rid of, there just isn't enough space for three people to comfortably live in the 1100 or 1300 square feet of our home (whatever size it is). There is no where but the bathroom to have privacy, and if the TV is on downstairs you have to watch it or hear it because of the layout of the place, and the only spot to sit upstairs are our beds.
Supposedly, numbers have a lot of power and meaning. Things surrounding our daughter's birth, like the time, date and post-birth recovery room number at the hospital after all contain 125. Maybe "lucky" number four just hasn't yet revealed itself to me, or if it has, it's not been positive.
I had a sinus infection for over a month and took lots of steroids and antibiotics. I'm finally well, but my allergies are going insane and that might be because we have a rodent issue at home. It/they found Easter candy and had a field day eating that and all of our produce. This morning was the first in two weeks we haven't found poop anywhere. Maybe it's because we got a big new trap, or maybe it's the essential oil spray I shot everywhere I could think of yesterday afternoon. The office is moving so we're all stressed about packing everything before the annual convention we're attending that starts this weekend because when we get back, there's only two days left to finish packing. And if that wasn't enough to deal with, this morning my daughter and I were in a car accident on the way to school. It was a hit and run which caused a domino effect across the highway involving five vehicles. Thankfully, the person who started it all was caught later this afternoon.
So where's this sense of balance and stability that's supposed to be happening? I've tried praying, yelling, screaming, posting on Facebook, venting to my husband and friends, but nothing's getting better. I usually feel better after I talk, but the universe is just not letting up. Another thing that's always in the back of my mind (and my husband's) is how desperately we need to move. We have seriously outgrown this place. No matter how much stuff we get rid of, there just isn't enough space for three people to comfortably live in the 1100 or 1300 square feet of our home (whatever size it is). There is no where but the bathroom to have privacy, and if the TV is on downstairs you have to watch it or hear it because of the layout of the place, and the only spot to sit upstairs are our beds.
Supposedly, numbers have a lot of power and meaning. Things surrounding our daughter's birth, like the time, date and post-birth recovery room number at the hospital after all contain 125. Maybe "lucky" number four just hasn't yet revealed itself to me, or if it has, it's not been positive.
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Words words words
"Hello. My name is Jillian. How are you today?...Thank you!" versus "Roar!", followed by psychotic laughter and some growling sounds - which is more pleasant to hear from a child, especially if you're trying to give them a treat? Manners: we could still stand to work on those.
We all know the saying that's been around forever - "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me". BIG. FAT. LIE. No one is immune to words. The only way we become numb to things is by training our brains to block out the hurt or negativity, and that comes with practice, which is the painful part.
A mom we often talk to at Little Gym revealed recently that she can't stand clutter and mess. She would just die if she ever came to visit out house, but that's besides the point. She said that she is constantly telling her son when he asks for different art supplies to have at the house, "no, honey, that's just for school" so she doesn't have to deal with the cleanup and setup. I kept my thoughts to myself, but in my head I was wondering if her son had a strong desire to be creative and she was unknowingly crushing his artistic spirit because she's a neat freak, and he'll grow up to think doing art and creating things is wrong or bad because it's messy.
You may have read our Facebook post a few weeks ago about what our daughter said at school while she was playing in the kitchen center. She called her imaginary kids, "crackheads" and asked them what type of beer they wanted. She swears she said "root beer", but we're pretty sure she didn't. Her teachers weren't sure what to make of it, although they know what her dad does for a living. Unfortunately, she learned the other word from me. She's learned lots of probably undesirable phrases and words from me. We spend lots of time in the car together driving to and from school, and rather than cursing when other drivers do things, I call them names, like "crackhead", "pee-poo", "poopyhead", "hippy", etc. It could be worse...right?
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind" - Dr. Seuss. That's true to a certain point. My husband isn't quite sure what to do with us when LP and I get wound up if we're both tired at night. We feed off of each other's silliness and laugh hysterically in our fits of delirium. But that saying doesn't mean we should feel free to sling around hateful and mean thoughts either. It has been brought to my attention recently how often people judge each other. It really hurts when it's done to us, but when you catch yourself doing it and then realize how regularly you do it (even if it's in your head and not out loud) it can be quite eye opening.
It is a challenge for me to completely stop cursing, but I know I need to. It's taken me an incredibly long time to filter as much as I do, and having so many things in my head to keep track of now as a mother and professional the judgmental thoughts aren't present nearly as much as they used to be because there's no room. But they're still there. As always, we have to remember to think before we speak, even when we're trying to be funny. Little ears pick up everything we say and can be easily influenced, especially when they love and admire the person who is saying it.
We all know the saying that's been around forever - "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me". BIG. FAT. LIE. No one is immune to words. The only way we become numb to things is by training our brains to block out the hurt or negativity, and that comes with practice, which is the painful part.
A mom we often talk to at Little Gym revealed recently that she can't stand clutter and mess. She would just die if she ever came to visit out house, but that's besides the point. She said that she is constantly telling her son when he asks for different art supplies to have at the house, "no, honey, that's just for school" so she doesn't have to deal with the cleanup and setup. I kept my thoughts to myself, but in my head I was wondering if her son had a strong desire to be creative and she was unknowingly crushing his artistic spirit because she's a neat freak, and he'll grow up to think doing art and creating things is wrong or bad because it's messy.
You may have read our Facebook post a few weeks ago about what our daughter said at school while she was playing in the kitchen center. She called her imaginary kids, "crackheads" and asked them what type of beer they wanted. She swears she said "root beer", but we're pretty sure she didn't. Her teachers weren't sure what to make of it, although they know what her dad does for a living. Unfortunately, she learned the other word from me. She's learned lots of probably undesirable phrases and words from me. We spend lots of time in the car together driving to and from school, and rather than cursing when other drivers do things, I call them names, like "crackhead", "pee-poo", "poopyhead", "hippy", etc. It could be worse...right?
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind" - Dr. Seuss. That's true to a certain point. My husband isn't quite sure what to do with us when LP and I get wound up if we're both tired at night. We feed off of each other's silliness and laugh hysterically in our fits of delirium. But that saying doesn't mean we should feel free to sling around hateful and mean thoughts either. It has been brought to my attention recently how often people judge each other. It really hurts when it's done to us, but when you catch yourself doing it and then realize how regularly you do it (even if it's in your head and not out loud) it can be quite eye opening.
It is a challenge for me to completely stop cursing, but I know I need to. It's taken me an incredibly long time to filter as much as I do, and having so many things in my head to keep track of now as a mother and professional the judgmental thoughts aren't present nearly as much as they used to be because there's no room. But they're still there. As always, we have to remember to think before we speak, even when we're trying to be funny. Little ears pick up everything we say and can be easily influenced, especially when they love and admire the person who is saying it.
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Lenten Cleanse
"The moment I have realized God sitting in the temple of every human body, the moment I stand in reverence before every human being and see God in him - that moment I am free from bondage, everything that binds vanishes, and I am free." - Swami Vivekananda
Early Mardi Gras is never a good thing in my book. When I used to walk in a parade, it meant freezing temperatures with not nearly enough clothes on for that kind of weather. Now it means at least one of us is likely to be sick during parade season, and this year in particular, it also meant not enough of a break from last year's holiday meals before king cake season began. Between last Thanksgiving and this Mardi Gras, I gained ten pounds.
This is the third year in a row that I've given up sugar for Lent. I went to Ireland in 2012 and while I was there, discovered the grass fed cattle. Not only is the meat better for you if animals are grass fed, but the dairy products are, too. I felt like everything tasted better, and I'll bet that the use of high fructose corn syrup is much less common if used at all in their foods, too, although I didn't start checking ingredients labels until a couple of years ago. Now I regularly check labels, and it's sad sugar is used in so many things. Palm oil is another very commonly used ingredient, as is high fructose corn syrup - palm oil isn't so much an issue for us as it is more of a concern for primates habitats (yep, I'm a tree hugger), but hfcs is awful for human consumption.
Nineteen days into Lent, I've failed more than a few times, but the fail today was pretty intense. It actually started on Friday night when the hubs and I got home from Cirque de Soleil. We'd gotten seafood dinners from Rouses to scarf down before the show because our little one was diagnosed with strep, and the sitter wanted minimized exposure so we had to cancel dinner plans at Maypop. Dinner was fried food - shrimp, fries, and hush puppies. When we got home from the show, we were both hungry again, so I finished off leftovers and went to bed. The next day, I had more fries and then began the tummy troubles from way too much fried food. Today I woke up dehydrated - weak, crampy, lethargic. I drank an entire 2 liter of pH balanced water (Evamor) over the course of a few hours and eventually felt much, much better.
But then...by this afternoon, it was getting to be nap time and I didn't want coffee. Or I did, but it hasn't been agreeing with me lately mentally, so I decided to do an experiment. Little one and I went to Starbucks and I got a green matcha frapp and a brownie with chocolate chunks. Green matcha tea is good for you but all the sugar that goes into a frappuccino and the whipped cream is not, and the decadent brownie tasted really good, so all of my taste for sweets hasn't yet diminished. When we got home, the tummy revolt began! When all was said and done, I felt like I had taken a huge step back in my sugar detox. Last week I had even participated in a flush and was doing pretty well - I lost two inches around my waist!
After a soak in Epsom salts and essential oils and drinking tons more Evamor, plus having delicious homemade chicken noodle soup courtesy of the hubs, I'm feeling better. Still not as great as I was earlier today, but not nearly as bad as post coffee shop. The sugar addiction is real, y'all. And the further into my detox/Lent we get, the more reason I'm seeing to continue limiting my sugar intake, but also our daughter's. She doesn't understand value or time yet, but I'm trying my hardest to explain that we need to eat better and we don't have to buy everything just because it looks good or we're hungry at that moment. As parents, we've got to set good examples for our kids and take care of ourselves so we are able to take care of them.
Early Mardi Gras is never a good thing in my book. When I used to walk in a parade, it meant freezing temperatures with not nearly enough clothes on for that kind of weather. Now it means at least one of us is likely to be sick during parade season, and this year in particular, it also meant not enough of a break from last year's holiday meals before king cake season began. Between last Thanksgiving and this Mardi Gras, I gained ten pounds.
This is the third year in a row that I've given up sugar for Lent. I went to Ireland in 2012 and while I was there, discovered the grass fed cattle. Not only is the meat better for you if animals are grass fed, but the dairy products are, too. I felt like everything tasted better, and I'll bet that the use of high fructose corn syrup is much less common if used at all in their foods, too, although I didn't start checking ingredients labels until a couple of years ago. Now I regularly check labels, and it's sad sugar is used in so many things. Palm oil is another very commonly used ingredient, as is high fructose corn syrup - palm oil isn't so much an issue for us as it is more of a concern for primates habitats (yep, I'm a tree hugger), but hfcs is awful for human consumption.
Nineteen days into Lent, I've failed more than a few times, but the fail today was pretty intense. It actually started on Friday night when the hubs and I got home from Cirque de Soleil. We'd gotten seafood dinners from Rouses to scarf down before the show because our little one was diagnosed with strep, and the sitter wanted minimized exposure so we had to cancel dinner plans at Maypop. Dinner was fried food - shrimp, fries, and hush puppies. When we got home from the show, we were both hungry again, so I finished off leftovers and went to bed. The next day, I had more fries and then began the tummy troubles from way too much fried food. Today I woke up dehydrated - weak, crampy, lethargic. I drank an entire 2 liter of pH balanced water (Evamor) over the course of a few hours and eventually felt much, much better.
But then...by this afternoon, it was getting to be nap time and I didn't want coffee. Or I did, but it hasn't been agreeing with me lately mentally, so I decided to do an experiment. Little one and I went to Starbucks and I got a green matcha frapp and a brownie with chocolate chunks. Green matcha tea is good for you but all the sugar that goes into a frappuccino and the whipped cream is not, and the decadent brownie tasted really good, so all of my taste for sweets hasn't yet diminished. When we got home, the tummy revolt began! When all was said and done, I felt like I had taken a huge step back in my sugar detox. Last week I had even participated in a flush and was doing pretty well - I lost two inches around my waist!
After a soak in Epsom salts and essential oils and drinking tons more Evamor, plus having delicious homemade chicken noodle soup courtesy of the hubs, I'm feeling better. Still not as great as I was earlier today, but not nearly as bad as post coffee shop. The sugar addiction is real, y'all. And the further into my detox/Lent we get, the more reason I'm seeing to continue limiting my sugar intake, but also our daughter's. She doesn't understand value or time yet, but I'm trying my hardest to explain that we need to eat better and we don't have to buy everything just because it looks good or we're hungry at that moment. As parents, we've got to set good examples for our kids and take care of ourselves so we are able to take care of them.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Body Image Conditioning
I've posted before about people asking if I'm pregnant or if hubs and I are having another child. Today is a bit different, though, because I'm going to address where my listening to this garbage comes from, and how I pray it doesn't affect my daughter her whole life like it's affected me.
When I was a kid, and truly up until I had our girl, I could not gain weight. My best friends called me "Skinny", and even the much skinnier twins that I shared the backyard fence with called me "Bones"- I hated that. In high school, I was a competitive athlete so "carbo loading" before races and even on a a regular basis was normal. When I graduated high school, I weighed 97 lbs. In college I never weighed enough to donate blood (never over 110 lbs.). When I met my now husband we were 34 years old and I weighed 123 lbs. Looking back, I'm amazed at how petite I was. My heaviest was just before I gave birth to our little sweetheart, weighing in at 165 lbs. - I totally took advantage of eating for two when I was pregnant and loved it! Now I'm 39.5 years old and weigh 154 lbs. If I could lose 10 pounds during Lent by giving up alcohol and refined sugar (if it's listed in the first three ingredients of a food label it's not ok), I'll feel quite accomplished.
My metabolism has obviously changed as I've aged. I'm sure it's hormone related, but it's also lifestyle differences. Most of my working life I've had to stand all day. Now I have a desk job and have for the last five years. I do set up meeting rooms full of chairs and sometimes tables, but most of my job is done at my desk in my office. There is almost always sweets in the break rooms of all of the libraries that I visit during the course of the week. I also work outside of my home and don't necessarily have a consistent work schedule - sometimes I work until 8 at night, sometimes I work Saturdays - so saying I'll join a gym would be a waste of money. I also would need childcare, and the gyms we can afford don't offer that. Hubs and I like to walk and ride bikes when we can, but we're also really tired when we get home from work and by the time we get dinner on the table, eat, and get through the bedtime routine, we're ready for sleep ourselves.
The point of all of this is, yes, I'm much heavier than I used to be. Does my posture help? Do I like that my chin is disappearing into my neck? Do I enjoy people looking at my gut before they look at my face to speak to me? Do I find it endearing that so many people have asked me if I'm pregnant or when I'm due? Do you think I like that my belly pushes the waist of my underwear and pants down? The answer to all of these is a big fat, "NO!".
But we don't talk about weight in front of our daughter because the last thing I want for her is to have a complex. She already asks me why I'm full all of the time. She is built just like her dad and I were when we were younger. Sooner than later, some classmate will make some comment about her body and the cycle will start in her brain just like it did in mine. She'll be too thin, or too something or not enough something else.
The saddest part is, it's the minority of people who make these asinine comments. The majority of people are really nice and even give compliments, but our brains are wired to retain the negative instead. We are conditioned by our environment to believe awful things about ourselves. I'd like to offer some Pavlovian reasoning here, but all I can say is that if we would all make the conscious effort to think before we speak (yes, I'm super guilty of violating this in other instances, but have gotten much better with age) and be more sensitive to how others may perceive our words, we'd stop feeding people's complexes....or giving them one in the first place.
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Carnival Time Thoughts
Hi! In case you haven't seen all the pictures on Facebook or Instagram (@bluenautilus), I participated in a parade this year! It's been 5 whole years since I was last in one. This year, I was lucky enough to ride an art bike with the Krewe of Kolossos which is one of the many groups that participate in Krewe of Muses. The multi-talented and super involved Katrina Brees is the artiste and mover and shaker behind this group as well as some others, like the Bearded Oysters who also walk in Muses.
Having been in a walking group for five years with Persephone's Dragonflies and now riding in Kolossos, and getting unofficially invited to be part of Dames de Perlage next year, it's been really interesting to weigh my options and try and get perspective to come closer to making a decision on how to handle 2019.
The biggest reason I stopped doing Dragonflies is because I got pregnant with our daughter. I've mentioned here and in my art blog before that her bedroom is what used to be my art studio. There is no extra space for me to keep out a hot glue gun, a dress form, and a bustier in various stages of beading for weeks or months at a time. I also really like when my husband and I can be in bed by 9 p.m. on work nights. The moms I know who do Flyday and Dames de Perlage all stay up after everyone else has gone to bed to work on their costumes. The Dames don't even hot glue - they hand sew seed beads!! Their name literally means "ladies of beadwork", and their work is unbelievably gorgeous (and lightweight, unlike the Dragonfly bustiers which are heavy because of the glue and bigger beads)!
Riding the art bike in Krewe of Kolossos was perfect for where I am in my ever rationalizing brain right now. I could still play dress up, but it kept me from being a perfectionist with my outfit because we had to wear black, white, and red under our marching band jacket and hat. I could do whatever with my makeup and as long as I had the right colors on, I could have whatever kind of outfit underneath. I also love riding my bike and the grasshopper bike I rode in the parade was an adult tricycle and the papier mache insect was nice and lightweight. Plus, being in a big parade like Muses was an awesome experience because of the size and scope. Seeing the city from that vantage point was incredible, and the people watching while waiting to line up was fabulous! The Rolling Elvi were across the street and the Bearded Oysters were next to us. We also got some sweet throws while the floats were lining up in front of us.
Anyway, our girl is getting pretty into Mardi Gras and she was excited that I was in a parade. Each year, we are able to add a little bit more to our parade viewing. She loves sitting on our shoulders catching stuff, and the older she gets, the easier it is to pack and prepare. I realized at Muses when I got her a Mona Lisa pillow that all of her bed pillows save for the normal sized Frozen one are from parades! No doubt where her mama is from, right? Speaking of which, there was actually an infant who "rode" with her mom in the Bearded Oysters as a little pearl (in the strap on baby carrier on her mom's torso)! That's a true New Orleans girl!
I'm not committing or not committing to anything yet for 2019, but I am very happy with how this Carnival season has turned out so far. Next year, if the weather doesn't suck and we all stay well (these last few years have not exactly cooperated), I hope to add some more parade viewing to our list. Happy Mardi Gras, y'all!!!
Having been in a walking group for five years with Persephone's Dragonflies and now riding in Kolossos, and getting unofficially invited to be part of Dames de Perlage next year, it's been really interesting to weigh my options and try and get perspective to come closer to making a decision on how to handle 2019.
The biggest reason I stopped doing Dragonflies is because I got pregnant with our daughter. I've mentioned here and in my art blog before that her bedroom is what used to be my art studio. There is no extra space for me to keep out a hot glue gun, a dress form, and a bustier in various stages of beading for weeks or months at a time. I also really like when my husband and I can be in bed by 9 p.m. on work nights. The moms I know who do Flyday and Dames de Perlage all stay up after everyone else has gone to bed to work on their costumes. The Dames don't even hot glue - they hand sew seed beads!! Their name literally means "ladies of beadwork", and their work is unbelievably gorgeous (and lightweight, unlike the Dragonfly bustiers which are heavy because of the glue and bigger beads)!
Riding the art bike in Krewe of Kolossos was perfect for where I am in my ever rationalizing brain right now. I could still play dress up, but it kept me from being a perfectionist with my outfit because we had to wear black, white, and red under our marching band jacket and hat. I could do whatever with my makeup and as long as I had the right colors on, I could have whatever kind of outfit underneath. I also love riding my bike and the grasshopper bike I rode in the parade was an adult tricycle and the papier mache insect was nice and lightweight. Plus, being in a big parade like Muses was an awesome experience because of the size and scope. Seeing the city from that vantage point was incredible, and the people watching while waiting to line up was fabulous! The Rolling Elvi were across the street and the Bearded Oysters were next to us. We also got some sweet throws while the floats were lining up in front of us.
Anyway, our girl is getting pretty into Mardi Gras and she was excited that I was in a parade. Each year, we are able to add a little bit more to our parade viewing. She loves sitting on our shoulders catching stuff, and the older she gets, the easier it is to pack and prepare. I realized at Muses when I got her a Mona Lisa pillow that all of her bed pillows save for the normal sized Frozen one are from parades! No doubt where her mama is from, right? Speaking of which, there was actually an infant who "rode" with her mom in the Bearded Oysters as a little pearl (in the strap on baby carrier on her mom's torso)! That's a true New Orleans girl!
I'm not committing or not committing to anything yet for 2019, but I am very happy with how this Carnival season has turned out so far. Next year, if the weather doesn't suck and we all stay well (these last few years have not exactly cooperated), I hope to add some more parade viewing to our list. Happy Mardi Gras, y'all!!!
Sunday, November 12, 2017
You're Killing Me, Smalls
I need drugs or cigarettes, or something...she hasn't taken a nap today and this long weekend has been anything but relaxing. Little pal has a cold. Her fever has gone all the way up to 103 point something and finally down to 98 point normal. Her cough is nasty sounding and today she's had insane nose bleeds out of nowhere.
She's on an antibiotic, but since a cold is a virus, we're probably wasting our time. The doctor recommended cough syrup hasn't done a thing (Robitussin) so we switched to our standby, Triaminic. Getting her interested in food or drink has been a battle, but there was really only one day she didn't eat anything at all.
The crying episodes today have really worn me out. I'm sure she's overtired and I know she's miserable being sick. I get upset too when I'm sick for even a couple of days. She's asked to go to the playground, ride her bike, and go shopping. She's getting to watch lots of movies, but I think she's also getting stir crazy.
I've gone through her closet and got a large bag of things to bring to Once Upon a Child now. I've also been washing all of her clothes and bedding. The nose bleeds and sensitivity has me wondering what to do tomorrow, though. My mom even said that if she doesn't have fever for 24 hours, she can go to school. Usually, my husband is the only one who says that! Oh, and this morning, she fell out of her dining chair onto the tile floor and hit her head - like she didn't feel crappy enough already!
I truly feel bad for her, but at the same time, I really wish she'd just go the eff to sleep! Her dad and I need a break!! We're drinking eggnog daiquiris right now hoping she dozes off watching "Annie".
She's on an antibiotic, but since a cold is a virus, we're probably wasting our time. The doctor recommended cough syrup hasn't done a thing (Robitussin) so we switched to our standby, Triaminic. Getting her interested in food or drink has been a battle, but there was really only one day she didn't eat anything at all.
The crying episodes today have really worn me out. I'm sure she's overtired and I know she's miserable being sick. I get upset too when I'm sick for even a couple of days. She's asked to go to the playground, ride her bike, and go shopping. She's getting to watch lots of movies, but I think she's also getting stir crazy.
I've gone through her closet and got a large bag of things to bring to Once Upon a Child now. I've also been washing all of her clothes and bedding. The nose bleeds and sensitivity has me wondering what to do tomorrow, though. My mom even said that if she doesn't have fever for 24 hours, she can go to school. Usually, my husband is the only one who says that! Oh, and this morning, she fell out of her dining chair onto the tile floor and hit her head - like she didn't feel crappy enough already!
I truly feel bad for her, but at the same time, I really wish she'd just go the eff to sleep! Her dad and I need a break!! We're drinking eggnog daiquiris right now hoping she dozes off watching "Annie".
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