Remember that old commercial for Calgon? The one where the mom is looking beyond frazzled and pulling out her hair and she dreams of escaping to a relaxing bath that will make her forget her crew? That very one that I used to laugh at and mock? The very one that I have been chanting for the past forty-eight hours.
I have been pushed beyond my usual limits. My patience is worn thinner than thin - if that is possible. G (and in turn my husband and I) spent the greater part of Sunday at Children's Hospital in Boston because he is having bronchial spasms and is now being treated additionally for a double ear infection.
In addition, he needs to use a nebulizer every four hours, night and day. The poor thing looks very cute with his fishy mask if I may say so. The wonderful nurse, Meredith, was so kind to him and even gave him a parting gift of an Elmo balloon.
So, while I should be thankful that he is not hospitalized and that he does not have pneumonia, I have been pulling out my hair because lovely hubby is in Chicago on a business trip and H and C are both whining and whinging. They want attention, how could my eyes see anything but their two glorious faces? They want Elmo juice (steroid medicine) and Big Bird Juice (the other medicine) and they want to wear the fishy mask and get the facials...
All I can say is: Calgon, take me away!
I have been pushed beyond my usual limits. My patience is worn thinner than thin - if that is possible. G (and in turn my husband and I) spent the greater part of Sunday at Children's Hospital in Boston because he is having bronchial spasms and is now being treated additionally for a double ear infection.
In addition, he needs to use a nebulizer every four hours, night and day. The poor thing looks very cute with his fishy mask if I may say so. The wonderful nurse, Meredith, was so kind to him and even gave him a parting gift of an Elmo balloon.
So, while I should be thankful that he is not hospitalized and that he does not have pneumonia, I have been pulling out my hair because lovely hubby is in Chicago on a business trip and H and C are both whining and whinging. They want attention, how could my eyes see anything but their two glorious faces? They want Elmo juice (steroid medicine) and Big Bird Juice (the other medicine) and they want to wear the fishy mask and get the facials...
All I can say is: Calgon, take me away!
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