When Henry called 911 on my cell phone today, I grabbed it from him and the nice dispatcher asked if everything was alright and instead of answering yes, everything was fine and sorry to have troubled you, what I should have answered was the truth--no everything is NOT alright, and would you please come quickly because I am in the middle of a true emergency and need some questions answered. Such as:
1. Why my seven-year-old is waking up as much as my newborn, screaming that his legs are hurting. I can only assume these are growing pains, or else some diabolical plan to drive me insane.
2. Why my five-year-old rolls her eyes at me. Isn't she too young for that?
3. Why we've had two stomach flus, a regular flu and a smattering of colds the last couple months. Don't my children know you don't get sick in the summer?
4. Why my two-year-old is covered in ringworm that will not die.
5. And finally, why no matter how many things I take out of my diet, or no matter how many creams I buy or medications I am prescribed, I can't seem to get rid of my newborn's eczema/ringworm/staph infection/yeast infection/your favorite unsightly skin condition here.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to reprogram my phone.
1 comment:
Wow. I didn't know Henry did that last night. I knew he was up. I know the rest and was going crazy with Oscar. I'm glad we finally moved Henry downstairs for the rest of the night.
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