I'm Going to Need More Girl Scout Cookies
On either side of the verbal beat-down the pediatrician doled out over Alexis' weight (which, still, ::blink::blink::blink::), there were two wondrous moments that confirmed that anyone other than me will be winning Mother of the Year.
First I refused the flu shot, which pretty much made the pediatrician all ::blink::blink::blink::.
Whatever. I have my reasons.
Then . . . THEN there was that whole thing where I knew something but didn't say it in time to make it known that I knew. I have evidence that I told someone BEFORE the appointment that I was pretty sure that Alexis had an ear infection, but given that I was all ::blink::blink::blink:: THROUGH the appointment, I kind of sort of forgot to mention it at the moment that mattered most. So, I looked like a rock star when the pediatrician discovered it. Not only do I force my kid to eat nothing but junk food, I make her suffer with an ear infection for several days. I'M THE BESTEST.
Hey, she wasn't complaining. In fact, she mentioned that her ear hurt exactly once. I figured that since she wasn't completely miserable, she could probably soldier through so she didn't have to tempt the Antibiotic Resistance Gods.
Anyway, thanks to THAT glorious moment at the pediatrician's office, Alexis managed to score a nice little bottle of antibiotics. At first I wasn't going to give it to her, but then I figured I probably should since she had been battling the same minor cold for over two weeks.
BIG. MISTAKE.
Here's the thing--the kid was a little sick. Not a lot sick. Not miserable. Not in pain. Not complaining. She was just a little congested and apparently her ear was all filled with rage. Not a big deal. But. BUT! But it was enough to slow the kid down a bit.
Once the antibiotics did their thing, HOLY HELL. The kid turned into a little Tazmanian Devil of destruction and mayhem. She wasn't just back to her usual level of obnoxious; She seemed to have found a whole new level that was like 62350496842 times more intense. She has spent the past week pouncing on nerves, playing those nerves like a banjo, and then riding them like a mechanical bull. She won't shoosh or sit still for even a second, going so far as to even talk in her sleep.
Talk.Bounce.Talk.Talk.Jump.Jabber.Bounce.Jabber.Jabber.Dance.Sing.Talk.Bounce.Sing.Non.Stop.
GAH!
There was a point today when she went from talking non-stop all through dinner to singing non-stop as we drove to our house. She was trying to master an original tune which I believe might just be called, "I Have a Booboo." It went like this:
I have a booboo ::clap::clap::clap::
I haaaave a booboo ::clap::clap::clap::
I have a booboo ::clap::clap::clap::
I haaaave a booboo ::clap::clap::clap::
That's the first verse, second verse, third verse, fourth verse . . . even the fiftieth verse. Every verse for ten minutes . . . all the same. Every verse was sang with the same level of gusto, the same enthusiasm for life, and each and every clap was executed with an ear-splitting precision that only a small child could possibly deliver.
I might have considered shoving a spork into my ears to dull the pain. Possibly.
Instead, I spent the rest of the night rewarding myself with a Girl Scout cookie each time I survived five minutes of the non-stop jabbering without snapping at the kid. I won't be able to fit into any of my jeans tomorrow, but that's OK. I chose to let today be a good day, even though it was really, really, really, really, really hard to do so.
Then, suddenly, as Alexis was brushing her teeth before going to bed, she fell off of the Obnoxious Train. Spontaneous tears began to cascade down her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My froat hurts," she whined. (I'm going to be SO sad when she starts enunciating "th" correctly.) She continued on, "I fink I talked too much today."
Is it wrong for me to hope her throat hurts just a tiny bit tomorrow?
Yes?
Damn.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Reader Comments (8)
You're going to blast me for suggesting this, but try giving her coffee with milk an hour or so before bedtime. One the weekend, when getting up isn't as essential. Seriously.
Awwww.... for your sake...... I will keep my fingers crossed. Just a little! :D
I have been putting on my ipod and hitting the treadmill when I can't take the jabbering any more. Mommy can't hear you! :D
A) Adorable picture (as always)!
B) I'm feeling your pain.We've been in the same place with the cold that will not leave. I mean, I'm glad she's not sad and mopey while she's sick, but this is driving us batty! Hope things return to normal for you guys soon!
you are making my dogs look really, REALLY good here...
She can't sing with a mouth full of cracker or cookie crumbs... but then that brings up the whole pediatrician beat-down again.
I feel your pain. I told the pediatrician when we were there last Monday, that I've noticed that certain antibiotics make Dylan crazy. So, they gave him one that made him puke. Nice. He woke up screaming this morning that his ear hurt, so we will probably be going back in today.
Hope Alexis is better today.
It could be worse. You could have my kids who devolve into murderous piles of whine and screech any time they feel yucky. Girl Scout cookies DO NOT help me, um I mean YOU, with that.
I totally feel your pain. After the ear infection from h$ll this weekend that resulted in the urgent care clinic prescribing an antibiotic (also doctors/nurses should *never* be allowed to utter the phrase "if so and so happens" because it totally guarantees it will happen) that has totally completely made the kid batshit crazy. Like I couldn't eat because she was right. there. in. my. face. UGH. I wanted to go hide in the closet or something. (One meal. That is all I want. ONE meal in peace this week)