It’s been so long since I wrote here that I almost forget how to find it. Now that the kitchen is done, maybe I can come back and pick up again. After all, it was one of my new year’s resolutions, writing more, that is…
There is so much to report. For example, I was asked for ID at the liquor store the other day… me!! at 33 1/2!! I was with my mom, which made it even funnier, to me at least. My mom pointed out that I was the mother of an almost 7 year old…I told the clerk she was my new best friend.
Today, I spent the day with Aimee. She has her second cold in three weeks, and she coughed and whined all night, so no one got any sleep. We stayed home from work/school and, since I felt fine, I got a whole lot of things done. I cooked dinner, I cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, I ran 4 miles. I think I did about 5 loads of laundry. The last load of laundry is in the dryer right now. The rest is folded and put away. I can usually manage to have either clean, or folded, or put away laundry, but rarely do we have all three, at the same time. It will be lovely in the morning to have choices. The best part is that Aimee helped me with the socks. Socks are the bane of my existence. When I fold laundry, I usually put all the socks in one basket, figuring I will sort and fold them later. Then, every few weeks (ok, maybe every few months), I’ll have a sock-folding frenzy and end up reducing the sock basket by half (the rest, apparently, are in that ether where St. Christopher has no access). This time, rather than leaving the paired socks in a giant communal sock collection, I actually put them away in the drawer of their designated owner. Such an accomplishment, I can hardly tell you. I should be good for a few months at least!
Aimee and I had a good morning, though. I had a run on the treadmill while she dozed, then we did her homework and played board games for a while. The poor kid, though, slowed down considerably just before we were to go pick Jack up from daycare. She confessed that she had an earache and I told her she needed medicine to make it stop hurting. She freaked out, as usual, when medicine is mentioned. I guess once, a long time ago, she gagged on something, and now she will not consider taking anything. If she needs something, we battle long into the night to get her to take it, and we invariably lose the battle. She is just that stubborn. Anyway, all I could think about today was this poor kid’s pain, and having to take another day off work, and 7 to 10 days of BID amoxicillin battles, so I told her she had to take tylenol or I was taking her to the doctor. She refused. She said she would rather go to the doctor.
At one point, she climbed into Jack’s bed, crying pathetically. I could tell she was in pain, it wasn’t the whiny sick-and-tired cry. We tried to talk to her. She screamed at us to leave her alone, and even kicked T in the head. She denied pain. She refused to listen to my non-pharmalogical suggestions. I felt like a failure as a mother and as a nurse. My kid was sick and in pain, and there was nothing I could do. I started to get bitchy about it, and tried ignoring her for a while. Even that didn’t work. We managed to get her into a warm bubble bath, hoping the humidity would loosen up her head, but she started crying again as soon as she was back on dry land. I finally got her to confess that her head hurt and she was scared of going to the doctor. I am a pathetic nurse.
We finally got her to take some liquid Advil by telling her she had to, letting her have control of the syringe, and counting down from 10 to when she had to start sucking it back. She was not pleased, but coke in between mouthfuls helped reduce the gagging. I also figured the caffiene might help her headache. It took forever, but as soon as it was down, she was so relieved and exhausted that she fell asleep in minutes. I certainly hope she gets some good sleep tonight. I’m sure it will make all the difference. As nice as the good parts of our day were, I’m not too keen on another one like it.
Thankfully, Jack was on his best behaviour today, for a change. It gave me a glimpse of the nice little boy he has the potential to be, once he has learned to harness his energy and use it for good, not evil. He was helpful and pleasant, and I told him so, as often as I told Aimee I was proud of her bravery for taking the medicine. Which was as often as she called me Evil Mommy for making her do things she didn’t want to do. Oh, well, you can’t win ’em all. It was for her own good… and mine. I’m heading for what I hope will end up being a peaceful sleep. Good night.