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I'll Take 2 Double Ear Infections To Go Please, Thank You

We're in full Monsters, Inc. mode here. We are on viewing number 5 since coming home from the doctor's yesterday. Clearly, Mike Wazlowski and "Kitty" help Monkey Boy through his trauma. Ever since the popcorn incident, Monkey Boy doesn't like anyone looking in, near, around, close to, within 5 miles of his ears. Or his nose for that matter. Well, the nurse was impressed with how still I kept the kicking and screaming boy as she peered into the abyss. I said we have lots of practice at home for when he throws tantrums. I won't let him throw and kick and scream. I'll hold him until he starts to settle down. You may disagree and I respect that but until you've been punched in the nose, throat, eye, chest and/or breasts by my son, then don't ride my ass for how I calm him down. (I honestly don't know why I just went off like that - I think it's a preventive measure perhaps. I know someone out there won't like that we hold him until he calms down. Oh well.) Anywhoo...

Peanut is on amoxicillin, nystatin for her thrush that she now has PLUS mylicon for her gas. She likes her medicine though, takes it so well. Monkey Boy? Yipes. He's on omnicef and he also gets some otc cold and cough that's supposed to help him sleep. He absolutely hates taking his medicine unless it's Tylenol. He loves that stuff but anything else? Forget it. He was laying in my MIL's lap, the husband was holding his arms and I had his head. He got about 1/4 of what he was supposed to get but I managed to get all the cough suppressant in there with minimal damage to the couch. I am so tired from lack of sleep and so sad from hearing my boy screaming his head off cause "I no like it Mama. Tynol please." Breaks my heart.

The adults aren't full blown sick yet but time will tell. Papa had some coughing, Gima some sniffles, the husband feels like crap and me? Yeah. I'm trying to control a migraine, my tears, I'm looking for my patience and sleep? I don't think I could accurately picture what a good night's sleep is. I'm trying but it's not working.

My SIL, Fluffy, and I are going out Friday night. We're both having crappy weeks and need a break. She's been having a crappy few months but we're gonna have fun. I don't what we're gonna do but it will entail laughter, sinister giggles and tears (of joy and sadness I'm sure).

Mike and Kitty are done with the doors according to Monkey Boy so I must go to His Royal Highness' room and start the thing over again. He loves the short clip "The Birds". Laughs so loudly when the dodo bird falls upside down and then when the birds come down nekkid. His laugh carries down into the living room and I almost cry. He has no idea how much I love him. I could never tell him enough. I hope I hear that laughter for a long time coming.

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Unknown said…
awwww. feel better kiddos

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