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When I got home my husband informed me that Demon was very sick, and had fluctuated between pathetic and demonic all evening, complaining of being, "so sick." "Daddy, I so sick," *puppy dog eyes*
I got him up this morning, and he looked fine. I gave him a blueberry muffin and some milk for breakfast. Hellion got up. I got her milk and muffin, and went to get dressed. Demon came in and beat Gulliver about the head, so he was up. Helli came in screaming and waving her blankets, and Gulliver left. ....towards the room.... with the muffins in it. So I went, sans pants, out and closed the gate to keep the muffins safe. This caused a complete breakdown in both my children. So, I put them both in the room with the muffin and closed the gate again. This caused Demon to have a complete and total meltdown. Crying, screaming, flinging himself to the floor, freaking Helli out so much she starts screaming. So, I open the gate, again, still with no pants on, and tell him to go sit in his room. (which is directly across from where I'm attempting to get dressed) Helli settles into the living room happily munching on her muffin Austin left in the middle of the living room floor. Whatever.
Demon continues to sob, uncontrollably, choking, gasping, screaming sobbing.... all because I wanted to put pants on before I let the dog outside, and didn't want the big furry fatso eating two entire blueberry muffins. I managed to get pants on (finally) and shove Gulliver outside without letter the other two dogs inside, in my bra, but whatever, at least I got pants. I get Demon to stop screaming and let Helli out of muffin confinement. Then I call the doctor. There must be something (new) wrong with him! Either the antibiotics aren't working for his ear infection, or he has something new, but putting my pants on should never involved multiple meltdowns. I call the doctor and get him in for 9am.
My kid has chronic ear infections. We spend a lot of time at the doctor's office. They're good friends of ours. All the nurses know us by name, the doctor is familiar with my kids idiosyncrasies, and behavior when sick. Today, we were called back, and the nurse asked Demon to stand on the scale. He burst into tears. We tried cajoling, threatening, bribing, you name it, we tried it. He tucked himself into the corner of the hallway, rolled into a little ball on the floor, and started uncontrollably sobbing. Because we asked him to stand on a scale. (which he does, happily, on a weekly basis) We asked Helli to come down and stand on the scale. She happily waddled down the hall and let herself be weighed. Demon look up, curled into a smaller ball, and continued sobbing. i finally had to go down the hall, pick him up, drag him, literally, down the hall kicking and screaming, and flailing, and set him on the scale. It was pretty dramatic for something so small.
I'm sure you can imagine how excited he was about getting his temperature taken. (under the arm) There was a another screaming meltdown, and he had to be held down. The same for listening to his breathing, and then when I had to ask him to get off my lap so I could hold Helli. The nurses left, and I offered both the kids a sippy cup of juice. This resulted in yet another meltdown. He wanted to drink the juice, but not hold it, or have it next to him, or let it touch him, or be able to see it. I was very happy to see the doctor.
We had the same problem as with the scale when it came to getting him to say, "Ahhh" so she could see his throat. Right down to letting Helli go first. No go. So I had to hold him down so she could stick the tongue depressor down his throat, and then a giant cotton swab. So, Helli, is just cranky because she's a bitch apparently. Demon has strep throat. ...ok, I suppose I shouldn't sell him to gypsies. Poor guy =(
Ok, strep throat. I can deal with this. Soup and popsicles. We have popsicles, soup... umm.... soup? We went by the pharmacy, and the medicine wasn't ready, so we went over to Panera's to infect as many people as we could, and get soup. Hey, I provided soup.
Mom of the year! I hope this strep thing clears up quickly. I'm not a fan
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