Max the Sinister
Let me introduce you to the most stubborn child in the world. I’ve learned over the last four years to not try to fight the power that is my stubborn son. He is a Callaway – which means once his mind is made up there is no persuading him. However, David, my sweet tender husband still believes that somehow he is in charge and that he can force his will upon the natural force of his son. Let me present this example.
Max has been fighting a cold. Nothing serious but it has resulted in a deep, wet cough that requires the intake of regular cough medicine. Although Max has normally been willing to take his medicine this time around every dose has been an argument. Since most over-the-counter medications only marginally help I don’t fight him. If he doesn’t want to take it – don’t take it. However, he is not sleeping well at night and it has started to become imperative that he take it prior to bed time. This evening as I presented him with his tiny 1 tsp dose he instantly cranked up the tears and tantrum. I shouted to David for suggestions on how to force a 3 year old to swallow something he doesn’t want to swallow. David bolted into the bathroom prepared to show me how a man would take charge of this tiny tot’s tantrum. I silently giggled.
Attempt #1
David threatens Max with instant bed time and no more video games if he doesn’t swallow his medicine. Max presses the plastic cup to his mouth, squishing his nose and squirting tears at an alarming rate. He opens his mouth and as he pours the syrup into his mouth he turns his head sideways so all the medicine pours directly out and into the sink.
Attempt #2
David cranks up the threats with spanks and the inability to play xBox if he doesn’t swallow his medicine. Max refuses. He will neither hold the cup nor attempt to swallow it. Tears are flowing freely and Max is trying to hide his face. David forcefully tilts his head back and pours the medicine into his mouth. Max holds the medicine in his mouth and then tilts his head forward and lets it all spill into the sink. (Did I mention that this medicine costs $10 a bottle?)
Attempt #3
David is exasperated but feeling as stubborn as Max. I, on the other hand, am laughing. I am so amazingly impressed with my son’s strong will and my husband’s inability to see that he is losing this battle on all fronts. David grabs Max’s head, tilts it backwards, pours the medicine in his mouth and starts shouting at him to SWALLOW! Max eventually surrenders and swallows the medicine although tears are everywhere and snot is pouring down his nose. David leaves the bathroom triumphantly and Max is left crying to his sister, “Daddy made me take medicine.”
And people wonder why I’m hesitant to have his tonsils removed. You know why? Because if there is one kid in this world who will refuse to take in liquids regardless of how thirsty or how yummy the drink offered is it will be my son. The good news is that I can’t imagine trying to peer pressure him into doing ANYTHING.
Swine Flu: From The Trenches of Texas
I live in Dallas. We are widely considered ground zero for Swine Flu. Dallas is one of the first cities identified with the Swine Flu and it was originally tracked back to the I35 corridor which runs straight through the heart of Dallas right to Mexico. The first deaths from Swine Flu were reported in Texas. As a result I know many, many people and students who have had the Swine Flu. So, let me tell you a little secret about the Swine Flu, it isn’t that big of a deal. Oh sure, we’ve had deaths, and it isn’t something that should be ignored if contracted, but mass hysteria is definitely not warranted. I’ve had a variety of students contract and recover from the Swine Flu. Most of my students get the illness and spend about two days at home with Tamiflu and then they are on the mend. Most confirm that it was a horrible cold, but that is about it. I’m in the highest risk category of people to contract Swine Flu. I have two small children in school, I’m a teacher and I’m pregnant. I could not be higher risk if I tried. Am I concerned? Nah, not really. I haven’t had the flu shot or the Swine Flu vaccine. I’m not against the vaccine and indeed if offered it I probably will take it, but getting the flu shot or the Swine Flu vaccine has been nearly impossible and so I haven’t worried about it. The biggest and most important thing to look for is a quick onset of a high fever. Although everyone in the family has been sick this cold season we have yet to experience fever.
We have not had any school closures even though many schools are facing high absentee rates. I have not kept my children home nor would I. My only worry, as of this point, is Max and that is simply because every cold he gets aggravates his chronically swollen tonsils and makes everything worst for him. However, my precautions pretty much entail monitoring his temperature closely when he doesn’t feel well and keeping him home from school when I can.
I know many of you are concerned about this illness and are struggling with whether or not to keep your children home from school. I can’t make that decision for you but I hope hearing about what it is like in one of the worst parts of the country for Swine Flu will put your mind at ease. Remember, the media only reports the worst cases, but the majority of cases are just a really bad cold.
Let Me Present Hell In A Handbasket
Ever have those times in your life when everything feels like it has been put on fast-forward? Oh sure, kids sort of make you feel like that all the time, but there are times, special times, when it feels even faster than that? Well, that is where I am. Every morning I feel like my life has taken a hit of crack cocaine and forgot to share the goods with my body. My life is moving faster and yet my body and mind have slowed down to a pace that resembles the mental capacity of a retarded puppy. I know all you moms out there who have been juggling multiple kids in school for a long time now will feel no sympathy for me, but DAMN it is hard and why the hell did nobody tell me?
Three days a week my day resembles this:
5:45: wake up as quietly as humanly possible so I can shower and dress without interruption. This works 50% of the time
6:45: wake Lucy up (if not already awake). Cartoons, chocolate milk and the morning soothing of Max who routinely wakes up crying for no apparent reason
7:00: Lucy gets dressed and we pack to leave for school (both her and I must prep for school. I rarely get breakfast since I take my Thyroid meds at 6:00 and we’re out the door by 7:15 – no time for breakfast)
7:15: leave for school
7:30: drop Lucy off at school
8:00 – 2:30: I teach, grade papers, prep for class, meet with students, etc, etc. If I’m lucky I get to eat lunch. Lunch happens about 50% of the time
2:45: I pick up Lucy from school
3:15: I pick up Max from school
4:00: back home and if I’m lucky I get a 20 minute cat nap.
5:00: dinner and pre-dinner snacking mixed with homework, cleaning out lunch boxes, etc.
6:00: dinner
7:00: PJ’s, bedtime movie. etc
8:30: kids are in bed
9:00: pack lunches for tomorrow, lay out uniforms, pack backpack and prep for school for the next day
9:30: dishes, and clean up from dinner
10:00: 1 hour of TV for mommy (this is a luxury, in reality I should be grading papers, but I’m mentally dead by this point)
11:00: bedtime, which usually looks like me falling asleep on the couch and David waking me up to remind me that I own a bed and I may want to use it.
On the days I don’t teach it looks slower but I’m so desperate to get caught up from the days that I do teach that most of the time I spend the day overwhelmed and paralyzed with the tasks ahead of me. My ability to manage even the most simplest of tasks is absent.
I don’t know if it is my age with this pregnancy or just that every pregnancy is different but this time around, well, my mental capacity is gone. I’m experiencing huge mood swings, and an inability to focus my thinking or concentrate. I cry, laugh, get angry, have little patience and frequently feel overwhelmed by something as simple as the dishes. As soon as I feel the slightest bit caught up I have a day when I land in bed and I slide right back to where I was. I know I probably should have been reaching out to my blogging network for support, but somehow that has felt like a luxury that I haven’t been able to afford.
On the positive side I have a husband who has no problem making himself a sandwich or a plate of eggs for dinner. David has tried to be understanding of the emotional wreck of a wife that has somehow showed up for this pregnancy. There are days when he looks at me like I’m an alien but has done his best to not say anything. There are days when he seems as confused as I do. There are days when we both just collapse into a heap of emotion and just cling to the nine years of history we have built with each other knowing that it will float us through.
Physically I feel fine. I have chronic indigestion and a cough that won’t go away but honestly, I have only gained about 7 pounds and feel great. It is the mental, hormonal, emotional impact that I’m not weathering nearly as well as I have during other pregnancies. Even this blog post seems to ramble with no real point. Please tell me this is normal and then hold me and tell me it will all be okay.
