I brought Graham to the store to get the sickies tissues and ice pops. There was a skeezy looking guy eyeballing Graham as we walked in. I gave him a dirty look and nudged Graham to keep on walking.
As we waited in line, the skeezy guy approached us and knelt down.
And started signing to Graham.
His parents were both Deaf, and he signed fluently.
The look on Graham's face when a stranger does this is of shock and delight. He just grinned and nodded and shyly signed back.
Skeezy guy looked just as pleased.
Sorry for thinking you are skeezy dude.
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One day last week, while both kids were up my butt, wanting things, not cooperating, not being nice to each other, reminding me why I drink, I threw my hands up and exclaimed:
"I'm going to lose my mind!"
To which Dottie replied;
"Not AGAIN!!!"
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When I separate these radom thoughts, I don't use a random number of these;
*
I use seven.
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You may have heard this one already, but Dottie is the cutest thing ever.
We were in the car and she was describing how her imaginary day went at imaginary school with her imaginary friend Alex.
The cuteness was causing me physical pain. I told her;
"Oh, you're out of control sweetie."
The sweet story telling was over, replaced by wailing and screaming this at me;
"I. NOT. A. TROLL!!!!!"
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Dennis is wicked smaht.
Dottie sported a 103 temp for much of the day yesterday. All attempts to get Tylenol into her failed, anything we got into her mouth she promptly spit all over us.
I went to work ready to scoot home real quick and give her a suppository.
In the meantime, Dennis tried bribing her with all her favorites, Funyons, popcorn, olives. No dice.
He hit on something she couldn't resist. Strawberries. If I let her, she'd eat a pint a day.
He cored out the middles in a few and dropped the Tylenol inside.
She gobbled them all up like the little crack head that she is.
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So it looks like I've dodged the H1N1 bullet. Know what?
I'm pissed. When is it my turn to lay around for two days straight while someone waits on me hand and foot?
I am aware that I chose this life of servitude. Wife, mother, nurse, all my choosing.
But as Dennis lay in bed all day, mostly dead with fever, as I brought him drinks, changed the sheets, checked his temp, I found myself jealous of him.
I do all the tending. Nobody tends to me. I'm not complaining.
I'm tired.
I read a question posed on a blog a while back that went something like this;
If the Blue Whale were to become extinct if you did not agree to become paralyzed for an entire year, would you do it?
Without hesitation - YES!
Sign me up!
Now!
I need the rest.
Fuck, I'd do it for the Dung Beetle.
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27 comments:
LOL.... Not AGAIN! lol....
I totally get what you're saying about always being the caregiver. It's nice, but also exhausting. Sometimes I like being sick so I don't feel guilty for sleeping all day and asking someone to get ME a freakin drink. I don't blame you for being a bit pissed, but I AM glad you're healthy. It's a bit of a conundrum, actually. ;O)
Thanks for the giggle! Your kids crack me up!
I may whine like crazy when I'm not feeling well, but man, I wish I had someone who'd baby me like I baby my boyfriend!
Hey - my 9 year old "typical" son is now saying, "poor mommmie, someone needs to take care of her".
Right on, I say. At least he's getting the message! A few more years and he'll be trained on foot rubs.
Or not.
=)
Glad I found your blog.
I remember being psyched to go to the dentist when the boy was toddler... cos I would get to lie down for an hour during the day.
Hope the mending happens soon.
Always being the caregiver just sucks. Maybe you should fake an illness (though playing with fate always scares me) so you can get a day on the sofa.
And I'd be paralyzed for a year for a whale, too. Not sure 'bout the dung beetle - though I do appreciate their importance in cleaning up the shit in the world.
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I had H1N1 last week, at the same time that my kid had it. Hubby did not have it and doesn't look like he's going to get it, either.
You know what? No one took care of me when I was sick, beyond Hubby taking over Kiddo bathing duties *after I asked him to please do it* on two consecutive nights and Hubby fixing dinner for Kiddo on those two nights as well.
And yes, he *did* walk around looking like he expected a medal for doing those things, too. Never mind that I was still getting breakfast and lunch for the kid, tending to her every need (what? 5 straight hours of television viewing? I'd *never* let me kid do that, *cough cough*) while wanting to pass out on the couch or in bed myself, what with my 103 degree fever and all.
:P
I was totally ripped off. At least I should've had the good sense to get sick *after* Kiddo was well, so I could crawl back in bed once she'd gone off to school and sleep all day. I'm an idiot.
I think that anytime I am sick nobody helps me, yet I feel obliged to nurse my wife whenever she feels under the weather.
I have never gotten the flu, nor do I think I will be getting the latest flu either even though many around me are sick with colds.
Don't wish that you can be sick just to see if others will take care of you or not.
Not again- too funny :)
Have a wonderful RTT!
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CaJoh,
I can wish anything I want dammit.
And I have to assume you are full of shit with the being obliged to nurse your wife. Gimme a break.
These are reasons that I wish The Women's Colony was for real. Virutal is not enough...
I think all caregivers deserve a long weekend at a spa at least once a year. It shoud be like a law or something.
Oh man, I'm glad when I don't get sick because there is NO ONE to take care of me and I've still got to get my sick ass out of bed, fever or not, and tend to the kids.
Ha ha ha ha, about the strawberries, your explination of it reminds me of the movie Pecker, his little sister is addicted to and she's always sneaking into the kitchen to snort lines of it and stuff. Pretty funny.
I don't know if I would do it for the dung beetle. Crap, now PETA's gonna come after me..
I want to join you and be sick. But even when I was sick a couple weeks ago, I didn't get to rest. I still had to take care of the kids. It was not fun.
I totally want someone to tend to me and my every whim.
It's kind of weird--that desire to be sick so you can take a break without feeling guilty. I think plastic surgery is probably the way to go--nothing too painful, but something that requires a little bed rest and when it's over. . . viola! You're hotter.
Not that I've ever thought about it.
Ooohh... horizontal, vicks, ginger ale, soap operas all day! That girl and boy are wicked cute!
I know, I hate that as Moms we can't ever call in sick. Cause I so would.
Sick days can be awesome, especially when not really sick. Skeezy dude story gave me chills! So sweet. :)
I always end up being sick AND somehow having to take care of everyone, so at least you didn't catch it. But yeah, it sucks. Someone should run for election on the platform of sick days for moms, they'd totally have my vote.
She doesn't *look* like a troll, why did you tell her she was? ;)
You are a mess, and OH MY WORD.. that Dottie... love her!
Okay. This post reminds me of why you are awesome. Such humor. Such life. Such spirit. All in here.
You are a heroic mama and a damn funny one. Which makes you super cool. :-)
Sorry you haven't gotten H1N1 - :-)
Dottie is one hilarious little girl. :) She must come by that naturally from her mama.
So sorry that you had to take care of everyone and then some. Hope things are easier soon.
I'm glad you covered the *. Because I swear to god I wondered if you counted them or just put a random amount up.
Thanks,
Queen of Feisty
So out of all of that I took away the fact that Dottie likes olives. A close runner up was how much I agree with you about having someone tend to me. I want it. I need it.
I want a day off. I don't even care if I have anyone to wait on me and take care of me. I just want a day of me, my bed, my snacks, some trashy TV, and NO KIDS. Maybe in 15 years???
That is wicked smart of Dennis!!!
I use seven. Brilliant!
Isn't it terrible how flu seems better than the constant work thing sometimes?
I've been hospitalized twice in the last couple of years for cellulitis. Recovered both times, obviously, but I've had that same thought, once in a while-would be nice to catch another case of it. A week of sleeping, reading, and watching crappy TV on USA while everybody worries about you? Yes, please.
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