It’s a sick day today, so I’m writing early and quick. Tornado S hasn’t been himself all day, crying with his eyes shut most of the time. I’m not sure what it is. No fever, no tightness in the belly. But it looks like he’s teething on his last two teeth, and he has a nasty diaper rash, and he seems ultra tired. So I’m hoping it’s just the combination of the three creating a perfect storm of crying fits. It doesn’t help that Tornado E feels that he needs the attention. Seeing that the cute, funny Tornado E isn’t getting the attention, the negative side has taken over, and I have tried to plead with his more mature instincts. Barring that, it just might be a cartoon and DVD day all day. A poor mother’s last resort.
Tornado E’s is very demanding today, probably because Tornado S needs me. Tornado E was so upset that I took my “me” time. I was ready to say –Listen, kid, your Mommy needs 15 minutes a day, just 15 minutes, to get ready. That’s way less than most women, and if I didn’t stink like a football player at the end of a hot summer training practice, I would only take 10. Trust me, you want me to take a shower and brush my teeth; it’ll make all of us happy. I can smell pretty and take 15 minutes to meditate and center myself with some patience that you killed yesterday, and you get to watch Mickey and have a clean smelling Mommy who won’t keep kissing you with morning breath. And if you force me, I will lock you and your brother out of the room, and you can whine all you want because your Mommy has a high tolerance for annoying noises. Go ask Papi; he broke down and fixed the annoying beep that went off every two minutes, which had been going off for six months. Papi was here less than 24 hours and broke down. It’s a gift, really. Now, go watch Mickey and report back to me when it’s done. And so help me God, if you make your brother cry, I will package you up and send you in a box to your uncle for buying you those damn Hulk boxing gloves. Then he’ll have to deal with a Kung Fu Master in boxing gloves at 6 in the morning.
But instead I stepped into the warm shower and let it drown out that tiny whiny voice.
A question: Do your children know when you’ve stayed up late and decide to get up earlier than usual?
I swear my boys have a knack for getting up early the morning after I’ve stayed up too long. It kills me. Which reminds me, I need some caffeine.