Sometimes I don’t have anything specific to write. But stuff is happening that needs to be told (or at least some people would probably want to know, you sickos). So I thought I’d occasionally (and without warning, timing or really any reason at all) put together these little summaries. Or maybe I’ll never do another. I’m fickle.
The kids have both been sick. Wesley had a fever and needed some Tylenol in the middle of the night. He was burning up and couldn’t sleep. We stripped him down, put some shorts on him and gave him a wet washcloth. He didn’t care for the cold. He then proceeded to bounce around our room like it was made entirely out of trampolines. You’d expect him to be tired the next day. But he was up bright and early (too early for us) and had lots of energy. He is still a little grumpy though. Jillian, always one to follow Wesley’s every trend setting way, caught the cold a few days later. She too got the fever. Perhaps not as bad as Wesley though. They both got snot. Lots and lots of snot. In a blinding array of greens and yellows. I’ve seen more snot in the last 5 days than I think I have in my entire life. Personally, I don’t use tissues. Just don’t like ‘em. I’m more of a suck it in kind of guy. But Wesley blows. He blows hard. If it weren’t so snotty I’d put a trumpet up to his nose because I think it would be an awesome sound.
Aside form the grumpiness, the kids’ illness makes them sleep less well than they usually do. They aren’t exactly award winning sleepers to begin with so any loss of sleep puts Amber and I at a great deficit. The other night I was trying to put Jillian back to sleep. She has developed the habit of sleeping for say 5 minutes before waking up screaming. I had cuddled and rocked her in my arms for some time and she was still not quite out. I knew that I couldn’t put her down just yet, because, even though she appeared to the untrained eye to be asleep, the moment I set her in her crib she would bust out with Wesley waking screams. But at that moment my bowels had different plans. I needed to get to the bathroom and fast. I whispered to her “Jillian, I need to set you down now or I’m going to poop in my pants. Please stay asleep.” And then the thought occurred to me that my logic wouldn’t make any sense to Jillian. She poops and pees in her pants all day and all night. It wouldn’t, in fact, make sense to either of my kids. They both have no problem going in their pants. They’re probably doing it right now. Heck, Jillian peed on the bathroom floor just tonight and then played in it. My understanding is that your family shapes a lot of your social beliefs and norms. For your sake and mine I really hope that I rub off on them and not the other way around. I just worry that I might be a bit impressionable.
So that is how I’m going to end this, the first and probably last, summary. Poop.
I laughed my ample butt off. Welcome to the realities of parenting…again. You do make me smile.