It turns out...
that Friday's little extravaganza of stupidity was a prelude to The Bug being sick. Yet another ear infection, this time with bonus pink eye.
What was a bit of a runny nose on Friday turned into a constantly runny/stuffy nose by Saturday. On Sunday, he took a three hour nap, which is really out of character for Mr. I-won't-take-a-nap-and-you-can't-make-me-I'll-sit-up-my-room-talking-and-singing-and-screeching-but-I'll-be-damned-if-I'll-take-a-nap...
By bedtime Sunday, he added a cough to the mix. He had a rough night, and then threw about fifty-four fits in the first hour he was awake on Monday morning. A quick check of the calendar showed us that he was right on schedule for another ear infection, since he was just looked at and declared infection free less than two weeks ago. So, I took him to walk in hours at the ped's office first thing.
I wasn't surprised when the diagnosis was otitis media. I was surprised, however, when the nurse practitioner asked me how long The Bug's right eye had been gunky. We thought the red-rimmed eyes were due to the excessive amount of crying he'd done, but by the time he was looked by the NP, it was clearly pink eye. Ew.
The good news is that the antibiotic he's on for the ear infection will take care of the pink eye, too, so we don't need to mess with drops. I'd rather wrestle a rabid alligator than try to get eye drops into this kid...
The bad news is, he's still stupid. Last night, he woke up and proceeded to throw the granddaddy of all fits. Nothing would calm him down, everything just pissed him off more. So we said fuck it, stay in your room by yourself if you're going to be an asshole. (Okay, we didn't literally say that to him, but that was the general gist.)
Yeah. Bad idea. He screamed and screamed until he puked.
Changing puked-upon bedding at 1:30am is not my idea of fun. Also? Self-induced puking doesn't make me feel particularly sympathetic towards the boy. I'm just that kind of mom.
Anyway. He probably could have gone to school today, since he's being medicated and his eyes were basically gunk-free, but I was able to get a co-worker to cover me at the store, so me 'n The Bug are spending another glorious day at home. Did I mention that this is Daddy-man's late night at the office? He won't be home until well after The Bug's bedtime.
How do I cope, you ask? Like this:
Breakfast = an entire pot of coffee and an english muffin with butter and peach preserves
Lunch = waiting until after The Bug is in bed for nap time and actually enjoying my California roll
I will not count the actual number of servings of diet Pepsi I've consumed. It may well be obscene.
I'm saving the gigantic mocha frappuccino that's in the fridge for after The Bug gets up from his nap. I know I'll need it.
I'm letting him watch far too much television, and when he is not insisting that I play with him, I am knitting. "You work on your project, sweetie, and I'll work on mine."
But tomorrow? I'm going to work, come hell or high water. The ridiculous bullshit that our adult customers bring through the door will be a welcome change.
