I hate for my first blog entry to be a complaint. I really do, but this has been my week. One of the longest of my life. It has long been my contention that men (and specifically husbands) are horrible, whining messes when they are sick. For an illustration of this phenomenon, see “Man Cold.” But this week, I learned that there are worse things than a man with a cold. There is the toddler with a cold.
Clara has been horrendous! Yes, she has had a fever, hacking cough, and snotty nose. But for the love of God, please stop whining, crying, and being completely unpredictable. I’m done with it, thank you very much. She has also been bored. Very, very bored. Mostly because I generally fill every day with activities, friends, and activities with friends. There has been none of that this week. We can’t give our friends this awful affliction. So, we have been at home. By ourselves.
Monday was okay because she was very tired and we had to go grocery shopping. It was actually the best grocery shopping ever because she was content to sit in the cart and shake things like macaroni boxes. In the afternoon, we made valentines. Tuesday was semi-okay because in the morning we had a dance party, then built a tent out of sheets, and then Daddy came home to entertain us. Plus it snowed, so that was exciting.
Wednesday, it all started to go downhill. The boredom had reached a fever pitch. Let me illustrate. Clara learned a new game on Wednesday. She only gets time outs for a) biting or b) hitting. She knows this. When she was not getting her way this week she started hitting me in the face. Time out. She learned quickly. Soon, for entertainment she was hitting me, then running, giggling to the time out step. No amount of explaining to her that hitting hurts Mommy would change this.
Thursday. Oh, Thursday. Clara wanted things her way, or no way. Screaming for no reason seemed to work. Screaming, screaming, and screaming. That was my Thursday morning. We went to the mall to run and play. We bought new shoes. No, there was still screaming. Yikes. Then there was nap time. A beautiful three hour nap time. And it got sunny out. And when she awoke, everything seemed better. We went for a lovely walk (thank you, Lesley) and everything turned glorious. Thank God that’s over.
My Silly Little Life 
Wow. That sounds like my week. Keller has been having the same thing, and now has an ear infection in both ears. He is starting to feel better, but now it is Jude’s turn. He can’t nurse well because he is so stuffy, so he is swallowing a ton of air which is making his tummy hurt. He is pretty much inconsolable. And now Chris says he feels like he is getting sick… I need a day off! Hang in there!
Boy do I know what you mean. The weather has been crappy. Kula Daves tomatos aren’t as good as before. I had to wash the car in the rain. My feet are tired from walking in soft sand. The shower in the park is not working so I can’t rinse off sand. Wet grass at Kamole beach park promotes flies that bother me when sitting & reading & drinking beer.
I can’t wait for things to improve!!!!!
Chelsea~ I hope that your illnesses don’t last much longer. You have it worse. You can come up and have a day off with me. 😉
Dad~ I’m so sorry about your Kula Daves. Boo hoo. And get rid of that crappy weather before I get there!!
The bread story was very funny!!Loved Clara shopping, but the best part is Clara turning timeouts into something fun with Mom, Smart grandkid. Hope you can relax next week, if Gramoo can keep up with Miss Clara!!!!!!
Who’s Dad?
Well, that would be you, Rick.
Wow, Danette, I loved the pictures of Clara shopping! Just think in no time you and Clara will be in Hawaii! How exciting is that. I am sure the weather will improve. Send lots of pictures.
Carrita
Your bread making description is perfect! Thanks for sharing your secret recipe. So sorry to hear about the cold. I hope it’s gone for Hawaii. I’ll get the rolling thing to you asap – home tomorrow!