Tonight, I received proof positive that I will never ever win Mother Of The Year. Nope, not me. No, while those awards are being given out, I'll be in detention, memorizing the number for poison control, and taking remedial parenting 101.
Do you get the sense that it hasn't been a good day?
My two youngest children, darling little angels that they are, got a hold of a giant size container of grass and weed killer my Mom brought over a week or so ago that I, being the grown up, should have immediately moved to the garage, on a high shelf, padlocked to said shelf, with an alarm attached. But, since I failed to do so, all they had to do was pick it up off the back porch. What happened next I had to piece together, but I gather it involved soaking the playset and slide in the weed and grass killer, and sliding down it to the puddle of poison soaked mud at the bottom. In their defense, it was a double dog dare, and everyone knows you don't dare walk away from a double dog dare.
I immediately tossed them in the shower, as they were literally soaked in the stuff. I imagine E will get the worst of it, as I could see his skin already beginning to erupt, and both boys were coughing. Short term though, lets just say the discomfort of the cough and nasty rash might pale beside the pain in their backsides, at least for the moment. I am so thankful it wasn't worse - how easy it would have been for this stuff to have splashed in their eyes, have been swallowed, etc.
Sigh, now I'm off to go hose down the playset and turn the sprinkler on in an attempt to save some of the grass that I JUST got established, as is a fitting punishment for leaving the damn stuff out to begin with. Anyone care to join me in detention?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Reflection of their personalities
They each started with a blank canvas...
Each was given free reign with the stencils and paint. It was so interesting to see how each child's project ended up a reflection of their personality...
C attempted to squeeze his name across the top, and when he realized halfway through that it wouldn't fit, he changed directions. He insisted that he was only going to paint seven stars...and that is exactly what he did. Very straightforward, nothing fancy, but exactly what he wanted. Me, I was itching to fill in some of the white space, just itching I tell you.
E jumped into the project with great enthusiasm. He randomly placed the letters to his name across the canvas - scrambled, he told me. He delighted in adding stars with no particular design in mind - just whatever he felt like at that moment.
N was the most particular. He mentally designed his layout, and carefully painted each star and letter. He was very focused as he worked, and the end project was just how he envisioned.
Each was given free reign with the stencils and paint. It was so interesting to see how each child's project ended up a reflection of their personality...
C attempted to squeeze his name across the top, and when he realized halfway through that it wouldn't fit, he changed directions. He insisted that he was only going to paint seven stars...and that is exactly what he did. Very straightforward, nothing fancy, but exactly what he wanted. Me, I was itching to fill in some of the white space, just itching I tell you.
E jumped into the project with great enthusiasm. He randomly placed the letters to his name across the canvas - scrambled, he told me. He delighted in adding stars with no particular design in mind - just whatever he felt like at that moment.
N was the most particular. He mentally designed his layout, and carefully painted each star and letter. He was very focused as he worked, and the end project was just how he envisioned.
Mom Guilt
Thank you for all of the thoughtful feedback on my last post. I think several of you hit the nail on the head when you mentioned guilt. That does seem to be at the heart of the issue. I feel a great deal of guilt for even daring to say that I want to be more than just a Mom. I love being a Mom, but I crave something more. And it feels so selfish to have that craving. I am honestly not even sure what it is that I want so badly. Part of it is that I am someone who always has this need to be working toward something. I have to have a goal. And for years, I've been working toward various goals of some sort...to expand my family, go back to school, move out of my home state, get a job with a good company, own a home. I have accomplished all of those things, but with many of them have come a great deal of change. For some reason, I am big on change. I have moved 9 times in 15 years. I have not stayed with any one company for more than 4 years. I've changed careers. These are big things...big changes. I don't really look back and wonder if I did the right thing, but I do wonder if I will ever feel at peace with where I am in life, and not have this craving for change.
I do need to carve out more time for myself. I know that I do. For the past year I've been trying a dating site - with zero luck. Sigh...I think most run for the hills as soon as they get to the part about 3 kids...but that is to be expected. I tried to join a softball team, but the kids practice times for soccer conflicted with the softball games, so I had to give that up. I need to get myself out of bed on a Sunday and go to Church (there is a Unitarian Church I think would be a good fit here)...but I am usually so tired by Sunday that it's not hard to find excuses not to go. It's so easy to find excuses for just about everything...the primary one being guilt that I'd be doing something for myself, and not spending that time with the boys. When you work full time, and are the sole parent, it's very hard to let go of that guilt that there aren't enough hours in the day to be with your children. And as the kids get older, the precious little time you do have tends to be scheduled up with sports and school events and all sorts of other things.
So, to reiterate...I feel guilty because I want to do something for myself. I feel guilty that I can't seem to find happiness with the status quo. I feel guilty because there aren't enough hours in the day. Mom guilt....I have it in spades.
Right now, in addition to working on getting over the guilt, I'm trying to figure out the what next part of my last post. What is my next goal, what is it exactly that I am craving? If I can figure that out, I can start making a plan, and I'm always happiest when I have a plan. So just need some quiet time with a blank notebook and an open mind...eventually I'll figure it out.
I do need to carve out more time for myself. I know that I do. For the past year I've been trying a dating site - with zero luck. Sigh...I think most run for the hills as soon as they get to the part about 3 kids...but that is to be expected. I tried to join a softball team, but the kids practice times for soccer conflicted with the softball games, so I had to give that up. I need to get myself out of bed on a Sunday and go to Church (there is a Unitarian Church I think would be a good fit here)...but I am usually so tired by Sunday that it's not hard to find excuses not to go. It's so easy to find excuses for just about everything...the primary one being guilt that I'd be doing something for myself, and not spending that time with the boys. When you work full time, and are the sole parent, it's very hard to let go of that guilt that there aren't enough hours in the day to be with your children. And as the kids get older, the precious little time you do have tends to be scheduled up with sports and school events and all sorts of other things.
So, to reiterate...I feel guilty because I want to do something for myself. I feel guilty that I can't seem to find happiness with the status quo. I feel guilty because there aren't enough hours in the day. Mom guilt....I have it in spades.
Right now, in addition to working on getting over the guilt, I'm trying to figure out the what next part of my last post. What is my next goal, what is it exactly that I am craving? If I can figure that out, I can start making a plan, and I'm always happiest when I have a plan. So just need some quiet time with a blank notebook and an open mind...eventually I'll figure it out.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Now what?
Are there things in life that you secretly desire to do? Do you wonder if there shouldn't be more to life than the mundane, every day sort of things? Do you ever feel like you are forever reaching for something - maybe even something rather intangible - but reaching out none the less? Do you ever wonder if any part of that is an inability to be satisfied with life as it is?
I fear I have become mired in the mundane, bogged down by the boring essense of day to day life. I know I have become a boring blogger when I have posted about diarrhea a dozen times in the last 6 months alone. I could easily make it 13, if you count this post, but I'll leave the subject of N and his GI issues for another day.
I sit down at lunch, or in the evening, and hit create....and then don't type a word. My blog has become a running commentary of illnesses, interspersed with an occasional photo or two for variety. I started blogging all these illnesses out of frustration - with doctors who weren't listening, with friends and family who were tired of the enless litany of complaints...and most of all with myself for not being able to find answers or "fix" the problems. And all of those frustrations are still there...but I'm tired of it. I'm so so very tired of it. So I don't want to talk about it any more. And then I found....I don't know what to say. I've forgotten what it's like to talk about something other than, say, diarrhea. It's not that I'm not passionate about things - I've been riled up over many subjects of late. I just can't find my voice....everything just stays stuck in my head.
Heck, I can't even talk about what's on television, unless you are watching HGTV, or have an obsession with Phineas and Ferb. I haven't been doing my usual level of reading - I used to be a book a day kind of person - literally. Now I find myself reading the same page or chapter over and over until I just set the book aside. I don't even have any new pictures to share, and you know how much I love taking pictures.
It's not as though I'm sitting around daydreaming, although I do my share of that. I've crossed off numerous items from my to-do list. The curtain rod swords have been re-hung, and I've cleaned and swept and even made a significant dent in the mile high laundry pile. I've been planning our vacation...back to Ohio, with a stop in Chicago on the way. I've been getting back on the elliptical - and it hasn't killed me yet, though it's come close. I take the boys to the pool, pull weeds in the flowerbeds, and mow and trim and fertilize and all those usual tasks. My room is almost to the point now that I can paint - if I would ever just choose a paint color. But see, there I go again, back to the mundane.
A friend at work has two older children - and the younger daughter will head off to college in the fall. This friend has been spending a lot of time wondering what in the world she is going to do with herself this fall without her girls at home. Her life, much as mine, has revolved around her children for so long that she has forgotten what it is like to be someone other than the Mom. As a parent it's so easy for your whole identity to become wrapped up in just being the Mom. This is especially true as a single parent. Then what do you do when it's time to let go? How do you transition to a new primary role? I have been thinking about this a lot, because I think I have become so focused on my role as the Mom...to the point that I'm not sure that outside of work, I have any other roles left. I'm not the lover, the friend, the travel buddy, the athlete. I know that I need to be more than just the Mom. I know that some day, I'm going to have to wave goodbye to my boys, and watch them walk away. And there has to be something for me to turn to...something fulfilling and meaningful. Doesn't there? I'll never stop being the Mom, but it can't be my primary role forever. So I've been digging deep down inside of me to try to find some bits and pieces of old roles - but those don't seem to fit anymore either. So...now what?
I fear I have become mired in the mundane, bogged down by the boring essense of day to day life. I know I have become a boring blogger when I have posted about diarrhea a dozen times in the last 6 months alone. I could easily make it 13, if you count this post, but I'll leave the subject of N and his GI issues for another day.
I sit down at lunch, or in the evening, and hit create....and then don't type a word. My blog has become a running commentary of illnesses, interspersed with an occasional photo or two for variety. I started blogging all these illnesses out of frustration - with doctors who weren't listening, with friends and family who were tired of the enless litany of complaints...and most of all with myself for not being able to find answers or "fix" the problems. And all of those frustrations are still there...but I'm tired of it. I'm so so very tired of it. So I don't want to talk about it any more. And then I found....I don't know what to say. I've forgotten what it's like to talk about something other than, say, diarrhea. It's not that I'm not passionate about things - I've been riled up over many subjects of late. I just can't find my voice....everything just stays stuck in my head.
Heck, I can't even talk about what's on television, unless you are watching HGTV, or have an obsession with Phineas and Ferb. I haven't been doing my usual level of reading - I used to be a book a day kind of person - literally. Now I find myself reading the same page or chapter over and over until I just set the book aside. I don't even have any new pictures to share, and you know how much I love taking pictures.
It's not as though I'm sitting around daydreaming, although I do my share of that. I've crossed off numerous items from my to-do list. The curtain rod swords have been re-hung, and I've cleaned and swept and even made a significant dent in the mile high laundry pile. I've been planning our vacation...back to Ohio, with a stop in Chicago on the way. I've been getting back on the elliptical - and it hasn't killed me yet, though it's come close. I take the boys to the pool, pull weeds in the flowerbeds, and mow and trim and fertilize and all those usual tasks. My room is almost to the point now that I can paint - if I would ever just choose a paint color. But see, there I go again, back to the mundane.
A friend at work has two older children - and the younger daughter will head off to college in the fall. This friend has been spending a lot of time wondering what in the world she is going to do with herself this fall without her girls at home. Her life, much as mine, has revolved around her children for so long that she has forgotten what it is like to be someone other than the Mom. As a parent it's so easy for your whole identity to become wrapped up in just being the Mom. This is especially true as a single parent. Then what do you do when it's time to let go? How do you transition to a new primary role? I have been thinking about this a lot, because I think I have become so focused on my role as the Mom...to the point that I'm not sure that outside of work, I have any other roles left. I'm not the lover, the friend, the travel buddy, the athlete. I know that I need to be more than just the Mom. I know that some day, I'm going to have to wave goodbye to my boys, and watch them walk away. And there has to be something for me to turn to...something fulfilling and meaningful. Doesn't there? I'll never stop being the Mom, but it can't be my primary role forever. So I've been digging deep down inside of me to try to find some bits and pieces of old roles - but those don't seem to fit anymore either. So...now what?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Quick update - Updated
Back from several of the appointments, with a few updates. E did a complete about-face on the glasses, much to my surprise. He seems quite taken with them. I just have to shake my head. I know the newness factor will wear off, but for now I'm happy not to have a battle over wearing them. I'll post a pic of him in his new glasses later today (if he lets me take one.) The eye doctor switched the type of contacts for me - so have to give these new lenses a week or so to see how they feel and see if there is improvement in the dry/sore eyes.
Pediatrician visits for all three were today. I was a bit disappointed, as it was very rushed, and I feel like I didn't get all of my questions answered. The doctor blew off the blue lips - just said acrocyanosis, it's normal, even if it takes him several hours to pink up. Didn't even check a quick pulse ox. He did agree to put him back on Prevacid for the reflux, but only for two months then re-evaluate. C, and N both got boosters for the chicken pox vaccine - then I found out later when the nurse called that N had already had the booster last year. I'm not telling him that though - he's been cradling that arm like it's broken or something - sheesh - and I thought I was a needle wimp! I refused the booster for E, and they were fine with that. N's rash, which is back again, was pronounced some sort of dermatitis, and we have a bit stronger steroid prescription to use, and hopefully once the rash is gone, the petechia will disappear. For E, I mentioned the headaches - happening almost every day, but never got any response. Never discussed the ADHD meds either - but that's my fault because it slipped my mind. Have a new prescription steroid to try for his hand (that darn finger is cracked wide open again.) Said the asthma flare is just wheezy season. Once again, no check of pulse ox or anything else. (Note, in the future, I will schedule each child's well check at different times. I requested two time slots for the appts when we scheduled, but am pretty sure they only scheduled one. Plus, will never schedule right before lunch either - hungry kids and hungry doctors and nurses make for rushed appts as well.)
I am waiting for the scheduler to call back, because the pediatrician wants C to have a renal ultrasound. After his massive UTI earlier this year, and with my history of kidney reflux, it's not a bad idea, and far less painful than a VCUG (although he said if he has any more infections, that test will be next.) Hopefully, all will be fine. Updated to add that the renal U/S is scheduled for tomorrow.
Pediatrician visits for all three were today. I was a bit disappointed, as it was very rushed, and I feel like I didn't get all of my questions answered. The doctor blew off the blue lips - just said acrocyanosis, it's normal, even if it takes him several hours to pink up. Didn't even check a quick pulse ox. He did agree to put him back on Prevacid for the reflux, but only for two months then re-evaluate. C, and N both got boosters for the chicken pox vaccine - then I found out later when the nurse called that N had already had the booster last year. I'm not telling him that though - he's been cradling that arm like it's broken or something - sheesh - and I thought I was a needle wimp! I refused the booster for E, and they were fine with that. N's rash, which is back again, was pronounced some sort of dermatitis, and we have a bit stronger steroid prescription to use, and hopefully once the rash is gone, the petechia will disappear. For E, I mentioned the headaches - happening almost every day, but never got any response. Never discussed the ADHD meds either - but that's my fault because it slipped my mind. Have a new prescription steroid to try for his hand (that darn finger is cracked wide open again.) Said the asthma flare is just wheezy season. Once again, no check of pulse ox or anything else. (Note, in the future, I will schedule each child's well check at different times. I requested two time slots for the appts when we scheduled, but am pretty sure they only scheduled one. Plus, will never schedule right before lunch either - hungry kids and hungry doctors and nurses make for rushed appts as well.)
I am waiting for the scheduler to call back, because the pediatrician wants C to have a renal ultrasound. After his massive UTI earlier this year, and with my history of kidney reflux, it's not a bad idea, and far less painful than a VCUG (although he said if he has any more infections, that test will be next.) Hopefully, all will be fine. Updated to add that the renal U/S is scheduled for tomorrow.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Doctors, doctors, and more doctors
This is a week filled with appointments. I have a follow up appointment regarding my contact lenses. The contacts trial has not been entirely smooth. While I can (finally!) take the buggers out of my eyes, wearing them has not been going so well. My eyes are very dry - I mean very very dry. Even putting drops in throughout the day, my eyes feel very sore at the end of the day with the contacts in. I cannot wear them more than about 3 days in a row without taking a day or two off. And I'm having trouble adjusting to the loss of up-close vision I am experiencing with the contacts. I'm still in my trial pair, haven't ordered any yet - so will have to see if the eye doctor has to say.
E and C recently went to the eye doctor as well. This was the first year C has successfully gotten through an entire appointment (although it wasn't easy.) Fortunately, he has perfect vision. E is still farsighted, and the doctor wants him to wear glasses for close up work - reading glasses basically. And how does E feel about this? He threw an all-out fit. Sigh...I know it is hard for him. He feels like glasses will make him even more "different" - even though I know for a fact there are kids in his class in glasses. He claims he doesn't need them because he has no plans to read, therefore doesn't need reading glasses. He says point blank he won't wear them. This is going to be a battle, and I don't want it to be. He needs to adapt, because eventually he will need glasses all the time. It doesn't help that I'm trying to go back into contacts because that makes it seem to him even more like glasses are undesirable. The glasses are in, and we will pick them up Tuesday. I'm not looking forward to this.
E and C also both have check ups scheduled for this week. I'm very glad for this, because there are several issues that I need to discuss with their pediatrician. C has been having more and more episodes of vomiting, as well as a sharp increase in silent reflux...and I know he needs to go back on meds. He has been off meds for a year and a half, and I don't know if our pediatrician will feel comfortable prescribing them or not, since last time we had to see a GI doc. I really hope we don't have to go the GI route, because I don't want to put him back through testing again (would have to find a new GI doc), and it would delay being able to start meds. In addition, C is back to having blue lips/hands/feet again. Scared my Mom the other day when she took him to the pool and he got out with blue lips which took over 2 hours to finally pink up. Some days he wakes up with blue lips as well. He used to do this a lot when he was little - I remember taking him to the doctor one Saturday morning when he had been up several hours and was still blue lipped. They said it was probably Raynaud's Syndrome, and that if it continued they may need to check his heart - but shortly after that we moved to a new state, the blue lips became less frequent, and seemed to be done for several years.
E is having several issues that are causing problems. His asthma improved while on the steroids, but he is back to needing the rescue inhaler 4-5 times a day again - even waking in the middle of the night needing it. His headaches continue to be an issue - although they are not all migraines. At this point I am starting to think we do need to see a neurologist. And I am planning to have another discussion about the ADHD issues and whether it is time to consider meds. I'm not convinced it is, but I want to talk about it.
I also need to make an appointment for N. His GI issues are back, with the diarrhea and stomach cramping. It's hard to get him back on a bland diet because 2 meals a day he gets for himself. He gets, in theory, the connection between what he is eating and how he feels...but for whatever reason, he forgets when he gets hungry. He has also had an increase in headaches which happened as soon as the temps began spiking into the 90s. In addition, he has had petechiae on his legs for over a month now. At first I thought no big deal, must have scraped his legs somehow. But they didn't go away. (Well, each individual dot fades, but the new ones form as fast as the old ones fade.) Then he had a rash on his legs, so I assumed the petechiae were from scratching. But the rash has been gone a week, and the petechiae are just as prevalent as ever. Mostly it is the inside of his shins on both legs, but also up by the knee and down by his inner ankle. He is not on any meds (besides the occasional Tylenol for the headaches)...so I'm at a loss. But...given that his brother has a platelet disorder, and N has never been tested...well, I suppose it is something that has to be considered (I don't really think N has a platelet disorder, just that it should perhaps be ruled out.)
Next week I finally have my appointment with the dermatologist. It can't come too soon, as I am embarrassed to leave the house some days. In addition to the staph, I have developed rosacea. There is a family history of it - my Dad has had it for many years, as well as others on his side of the family. It is one thing I had really hoped never to have. Right now it is awful - the middle of my face - from eyebrow down to chin - is bright red. My nose is almost purple. There is a spiderweb of blood vessels across the bridge of my nose. And more lovely bumps and lumps. The staph-infection from hell is still an issue too - it's back in my ears and on my scalp and neck again. I'm quite a sight these days. It's no wonder I have a distinct lack of motivation to renew my E*H account...it's hard to feel attractive when you look like you have terrible acne and a massive sunburn all at one time. But I'm holding on to the hope that if I can get the rosacea treated and under better control, perhaps I can finally get the staph infection cleared up. The rosacea may also be part of the issues with my eyes as well. So, I'm pinning a lot on this appointment with the dermatologist.
E and C recently went to the eye doctor as well. This was the first year C has successfully gotten through an entire appointment (although it wasn't easy.) Fortunately, he has perfect vision. E is still farsighted, and the doctor wants him to wear glasses for close up work - reading glasses basically. And how does E feel about this? He threw an all-out fit. Sigh...I know it is hard for him. He feels like glasses will make him even more "different" - even though I know for a fact there are kids in his class in glasses. He claims he doesn't need them because he has no plans to read, therefore doesn't need reading glasses. He says point blank he won't wear them. This is going to be a battle, and I don't want it to be. He needs to adapt, because eventually he will need glasses all the time. It doesn't help that I'm trying to go back into contacts because that makes it seem to him even more like glasses are undesirable. The glasses are in, and we will pick them up Tuesday. I'm not looking forward to this.
E and C also both have check ups scheduled for this week. I'm very glad for this, because there are several issues that I need to discuss with their pediatrician. C has been having more and more episodes of vomiting, as well as a sharp increase in silent reflux...and I know he needs to go back on meds. He has been off meds for a year and a half, and I don't know if our pediatrician will feel comfortable prescribing them or not, since last time we had to see a GI doc. I really hope we don't have to go the GI route, because I don't want to put him back through testing again (would have to find a new GI doc), and it would delay being able to start meds. In addition, C is back to having blue lips/hands/feet again. Scared my Mom the other day when she took him to the pool and he got out with blue lips which took over 2 hours to finally pink up. Some days he wakes up with blue lips as well. He used to do this a lot when he was little - I remember taking him to the doctor one Saturday morning when he had been up several hours and was still blue lipped. They said it was probably Raynaud's Syndrome, and that if it continued they may need to check his heart - but shortly after that we moved to a new state, the blue lips became less frequent, and seemed to be done for several years.
E is having several issues that are causing problems. His asthma improved while on the steroids, but he is back to needing the rescue inhaler 4-5 times a day again - even waking in the middle of the night needing it. His headaches continue to be an issue - although they are not all migraines. At this point I am starting to think we do need to see a neurologist. And I am planning to have another discussion about the ADHD issues and whether it is time to consider meds. I'm not convinced it is, but I want to talk about it.
I also need to make an appointment for N. His GI issues are back, with the diarrhea and stomach cramping. It's hard to get him back on a bland diet because 2 meals a day he gets for himself. He gets, in theory, the connection between what he is eating and how he feels...but for whatever reason, he forgets when he gets hungry. He has also had an increase in headaches which happened as soon as the temps began spiking into the 90s. In addition, he has had petechiae on his legs for over a month now. At first I thought no big deal, must have scraped his legs somehow. But they didn't go away. (Well, each individual dot fades, but the new ones form as fast as the old ones fade.) Then he had a rash on his legs, so I assumed the petechiae were from scratching. But the rash has been gone a week, and the petechiae are just as prevalent as ever. Mostly it is the inside of his shins on both legs, but also up by the knee and down by his inner ankle. He is not on any meds (besides the occasional Tylenol for the headaches)...so I'm at a loss. But...given that his brother has a platelet disorder, and N has never been tested...well, I suppose it is something that has to be considered (I don't really think N has a platelet disorder, just that it should perhaps be ruled out.)
Next week I finally have my appointment with the dermatologist. It can't come too soon, as I am embarrassed to leave the house some days. In addition to the staph, I have developed rosacea. There is a family history of it - my Dad has had it for many years, as well as others on his side of the family. It is one thing I had really hoped never to have. Right now it is awful - the middle of my face - from eyebrow down to chin - is bright red. My nose is almost purple. There is a spiderweb of blood vessels across the bridge of my nose. And more lovely bumps and lumps. The staph-infection from hell is still an issue too - it's back in my ears and on my scalp and neck again. I'm quite a sight these days. It's no wonder I have a distinct lack of motivation to renew my E*H account...it's hard to feel attractive when you look like you have terrible acne and a massive sunburn all at one time. But I'm holding on to the hope that if I can get the rosacea treated and under better control, perhaps I can finally get the staph infection cleared up. The rosacea may also be part of the issues with my eyes as well. So, I'm pinning a lot on this appointment with the dermatologist.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Sometimes it is better not to ask
Our part-time summer babysitter started this week, and so far things are working out well. The boys get to sleep in, and N gets breakfast for everyone (they are simple kids - they like cold cereal, yogurt, and fruit - easy stuff.) The sitter comes around 10 am, and N is free for a while. The sitter takes the boys to the pool, plays outside with them, fixes lunch, etc. She stays about 5 hours, then N is in charge again until I get home from work, which is usually less than 2 hours. This arrangement takes much of the pressure off of N, and allows all three boys to stay home and play with their neighborhood friends and enjoy the pool.
Today, the sitter is going to be a little late, so I called N to let him know, and asked how the boys were doing. He hesitated, and I could tell he was trying to decide how much to tell me, then finally blurted out that E made C bleed. Um, just how did that happen? "Oh, don't worry Mom," N tells me..."they were just fighting with curtain rods, but they aren't doing it any more."
Curtain rods?! Given that all of my curtain rods should be affixed to the walls, this is a bit concerning. I held my tongue and waited to see if he would add anything to the story, but N said nothing more.
I finally decided that I didn't really want to know.
Lets just hope the sitter gets there soon, before anything else happens.
Today, the sitter is going to be a little late, so I called N to let him know, and asked how the boys were doing. He hesitated, and I could tell he was trying to decide how much to tell me, then finally blurted out that E made C bleed. Um, just how did that happen? "Oh, don't worry Mom," N tells me..."they were just fighting with curtain rods, but they aren't doing it any more."
Curtain rods?! Given that all of my curtain rods should be affixed to the walls, this is a bit concerning. I held my tongue and waited to see if he would add anything to the story, but N said nothing more.
I finally decided that I didn't really want to know.
Lets just hope the sitter gets there soon, before anything else happens.
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