It’s been an unpleasant weekend for all of us here. I’ll spare you all the details, mainly because we’re all so sick and tired I can’t keep them all straight.
I have a terrible cold. Mike has a slightly better, but still terrible cold.
Gus is sick. Well, he has zero symptoms of being sick, but he is cranky and irrational (more so than your standard toddler irrationalness), and he’s waking up screaming all night long.
All fun toddler traits aside, that is not my child. He might whine a little about going to sleep, and refuse to leave the library on occasion, but he’s typically a very sweet, agreeable child, who blissfully sleeps through the night.
The only time he acts the way he’s been acting, is when he’s sick. Nine times out of ten, it turns out he has a double ear infection. Only this time? He doesn’t have a fever (and he always gets a fever).
And a week ago he actually was diagnosed with a double ear infection. He took a full course of antibiotics until the middle of the week. So now I’m wondering if it’s something else? Or maybe he needed a higher dose, or a longer course? Is it nightmares? Or molars? Or God forbid he’s not sick at all and this is just my life now, and Jesus take the wheel, because I’m gonna get a drink.
But despite being miserable (we’re all for sure miserable around 3 a.m.) he still says and does hilarious things.
The first night he rolled over, put his hand in mine, and laughed in his sleep for five minutes.
He brought me a can of whipped cream from the fridge and told me that he thinks it’s his favorite (and could he have some for dinner?)
He also baked me an imaginary pie, and when I asked him what he used for ingredients, he told me, “Sugar. Salt. And cake.”
And this afternoon he woke up from his nap, looked at me and said, “let me see your big booby.” (I politely declined)
12 more hours before we can get an appointment with our pediatrician, and hopefully get this poor child (and let’s be honest — the rest of us) some relief.