What’s worse than having 2 bored kids home all day?
Having 2 sick bored kids home all day.
Yep, both of my boys have strep throat and are on quarantine. But you wouldn’t know it by the way they beat the crap out of each other today. All day. Try to get anything done while your kids are going at it like 2 prize fighters going for a title. Every time I had to wade in and separate them, I looked up expecting a microphone to drop from the ceiling, or the bell to ring ending that round or a bikini clad model stomping around in high heels with a giant card letting me know what round we were in.
If I heard, “Mom, he smacked me in the leg with a drum stick.” or “Mom, he threw his Transformer and it hit me in the head.” one more time, I was going to run from the house screaming. At one point my mom called and I confessed, “Someone is going to die today. Either they will kill each other or I will kill them. I’m not sure which.”
She had the nerve to laugh at me and say, “I’ll talk to you later.”
I’ll talk to you later?
At the doctor’s office yesterday, Dr C. laid down the threat that if they didn’t take their medicine then they would have to come back for a shot. The threat was aimed at Monkey Boy being the youngest and the least likely to cooperate in his recovery. And it worked, to a point.
“I’m not taking this medicine! I caaaan’t! I don’t like it!” Imagine the volume loud enough to shake the windows and the tone the whinniest most nerve grating-est you’ve ever heard.
“If you don’t take it, you’ll have to have a shot.”
“I can have a shot? Why didn’t you teeellll me that? I would have taken the shoooottttt.”
“You were there when she said it. Don’t you remember?”
“Nooo.”
“That’s right you were too busy being held down by 2 nurses and the doctor trying to get a swab of your throat. And then crying in the corner while they did the same thing to your brother.” I know, not my best mother of the year performance. Hey, I’ve been hauled up with these kids for 3 days!
“I waaaant the shot! You should have tooold me I could have the shot.”
“Fine, you’ll get the friggin shot.” This through my clenched teeth.
Flash to today at the Dr’s office.
“I told the nurse they had the wrong file. It couldn’t be the big boy here for the shot.” Dr. C. says.
“I took my medicine.” Monkey Boy chimed in. “He wouldn’t take his.” He points to his shamed faced older brother sitting on the exam table.
So #1 son gets his shot. Actually it was 2 shots, in the thigh. As soon as she finished the 2nd one, #1 son’s face drained of color and he started to sway where he sat.
“You better lay down honey, you don’t look so good.” I say.
“I felt like I couldn’t breathe.” #1 son tells me, while he’s lying down waiting for his color to return. “I got all quesy and hot.”
“It was your choice. You could have taken the medicine.” I reply in my know-it-all, told-you-so tone of voice.
Still not winning any mother of the year awards but my kids will recover from strep and I will have a few more gray hairs. Ah, motherhood.
