It all started out at 5. In the morning. God, couldn’t they just outlaw those? Apparently the Ex forgot to close the blinds the night before when he watched the kids while I went out with friends. Sure, it was an accident, but in my head the discussion was this is why I never should go out.
So Evan and Sean were up and awake and in action at 5am. But not for long. Because Sean started to complain about a pain in his leg. “It’s just a growing pain. Go back to sleep!” But he cried and whined and moaned and yelled and cried. It was serious enough that I dragged my tired self out of bed and gave him pain medication. I picked him up and put him into bed at 6am.
Now Evan was jumping around my bed, but thirty minutes later he snuggled against me and fell back to sleep, where I tried to follow him.
But I was startled by a toddler face next to mine. “You awake? Want juice! Peeeeassse!” I tried to ignore him. “Juice! Mommy! Juice!” So I went down stairs and gave him some juice. I started back the stairs. But Aidan said, “Stay downstairs! Mommy! Play! Stay downstairs and play!” Well, with no one else up, I stayed and played and started making breakfast.
But then Evan came down and threw up an apple. When did he eat an apple? Of course, when he was awake at 5am. What’s the point of making breakfast if my breakfast eater can’t eat? So I gave him oyster crackers, and Aidan asked for some too.
By this time, Sean was awake and crying in pain. I rubbed his leg, and he cried more. I stretched his leg, and he cried more. After consulting the Internet and learning growing pains are a myth (Awesome), I called my parents to ask if I could borrow a heating pad and could they bring it over please, pretty please. Of course, it’s for their grandson.
While I waited I realized we might be bound to the house, so I stripped off Aidan’s diaper and placed him on the pot. Potty training day! I put on some Star Wars Clone Wars to help Sean take his mind off his pain, to keep Evan glued to one spot as I checked to see how “sick” he was, and to keep Aidan on the pot. I heated a towel for Sean to place on his leg. Welcome to DVD Day!
Soon we had a heating pad and a quick, cheerful visit from Grandma. Back to the crying, moaning, whining, and – what’s that sound? Water hitting tile? I’ll give them this, boys peeing naked on accident is hilarious to watch.
For the second time that day, I was thankful for tile floors.
Because Sean’s leg still felt horrible, I gave him a little more pain medication and realized that wasn’t helping at all. So I begged for help on Facebook, where a friend suggested a hot tub. I do not have a hot tub or access to one, but I have a bath and a water heater. I ran a hot bath for Sean and placed him in it. He stopped complaining, crying, whining, and moaning. It worked.
About then the Ex made his appearance and settled himself on the couch where he stayed until dinner. Apparently he was feeling crappy too.
So lunch was upon us, and I made lunch for the boys. I consoled my misery and boredom with left overs from the night before. I placed Aidan in bed. He fell asleep promptly. Amazingly. I fell asleep promptly too when I tried to read an article on my phone.
Two hours later the older boys are watching cartoons. The Ex and Aidan were still sleeping. I tried to study. Then Aidan was up, and I put on a movie for the boys. Aidan kept using the potty. The Ex woke up and hung out from his couch. I cleaned here and there, trying to find something to do, but Sean’s whining always brought me to his side. It never got as bad as it did in the morning.
Around dinner, the Ex announced he’ll get us food and then go. Um, thanks? The boys and I ate dinner. Before we watched another movie, Aidan tried pooping on the potty. Which didn’t work well. For the third time that day, I was thankful for tile floors.
It could’ve been worse. Evan never threw up again. Sean’s “growing pain” did turn into a dull ache. Aidan made it to the bathroom more times than not. But I wouldn’t want to repeat that day. At least, not for a long, long while.