And this week was not one of the better ones.... In an effort to document reality, here is what our week looked like:
Jackson loudly and with much drool and dissatisfaction welcomed a new tooth into his tiny mouth.
Isaac ran a high mystery fever for several days. After missing several days of school, I hauled him to the pediatricians' office just in time for the fever to disappear entirely. He proclaimed to the doctor, "I feel fine, I was hot but I'm not anymore and I have no idea why my mom is so worried or why I'm here." Thanks buddy...
While helping Reiley shampoo her hair, I was horrified to see a ping-pong ball sized bulge on her groin. Reiley had no clue what I was talking about and in response to my "HOW LONG HAS THAT THING BEEN THERE???", said only "Oh, that... I don't know." After some panicking and googling on my part, I guessed that I was looking at a hernia. So, off to the pediatrician and guess what...My 6 year old daughter has a HERNIA. Now, I know this is not a medical oddity or an emergency, but it will have to be surgically repaired and I am not thrilled about general anesthesia or any type of surgery for my 6 year old. Reiley is also NOT thrilled about the prospect of surgery and in between her yelling "you can't make me" and the ever popular "IT'S NOT FAIR!" I tried to reassure her that the doctor would not, in fact, "CUT HER IN HALF." That girl is nothing if not dramatic. So, sometime in the not near future, when a surgeon finally has an appointment open up, Reiley will have to have surgery. In the meantime, we are managing the newest member of the hypochondriac club. I am a platinum, lifetime member but would prefer it if my daughter NOT join the ranks of this particular club.
And to top it all off, the cat has started pottying outside of his litter box AGAIN. Tucker, our wonderful kitty is 16 years old and is experiencing dementia... He had a several weeks-long episode about a month ago where he pottied all over the laundry room (thank goodness for hard surfaces and bleach) and forgot to eat or drink for a week. This kitty is reaching the end of his life and the decision to part ways with our long-time friend is proving to be harder that we ever could have imagined....
Good times this week. Bet you're glad you're not me!
Just an additional note... if you google "crazy mom cartoon" (to get the picture at the top of this post) you get a frightening number of pictures of the octomom... heeheehee.
