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December 26 It's over.And thank Goodness for that! I love Christmas, the day, the family, the love, and yes I love the presents and the joy and excitement in the kids. But the month or so leading up to that one day is so stressful that it is such a relief for it all to be over for another year. All in all I think we had a good day. We went to Grandma's (she'd had the kids since Friday) after the chestnuts were cooked, packed all the gifts in the car and off we went. She fed us breakfast (at noon) and we opened presents. Boy, the kids got spoiled. But some day they will know about Santa so we might as well spoil them now. Anyways, we had turkey and all the fixings and then came home. The kids were getting rowdy so it was time to leave. Short and sweet, relaxed not rushed. Now tomorrow is back to work and all the problems there but that is tomorrow. Today we will make ice cream, have a nap and watch tv. And clean up. And life gets back to normal. Laundry, dishes, cook supper, go to bed. December 09 Winter sucks.So we had to drive the boy to see his specialist yesterday. Actually we drove down on Thursday after school but I will leave that story for my husband. In a nutshell it was bad. Well we had a discussion about how to get to the hospital and decided to take the car after all, but as parking at the hospital is an arm and a leg we would park at the drug store and walk. Good idea. Wrong! Two hour time limit. "OK, then drop me off at the hospital. Do your shopping and we will call you when the test is done." Good idea. Wrong again! Being the wonderful man that he is my husband tried to park in the parkade anyways but since it is two weeks before Christmas (Bah Humbug.) there is this huge honking craft sale and absolutely no parking. Meanwhile as soon as we get out of the car my son has one of his famous screaming fits. So I pack him one way, ask a few ladies where we should go. Other way. So I go into an office but he doen't make it in the electric door before it shuts (He is still screaming). So I pack him in the other direction, around a curvy hallway to where there is a film crew (he is still screaming). A nice lady says "You can go by" "But where do I take him for an EEG?" "Oh, it's right there" (behind the camera) Wonderful. By this point I am so stressed I can't figure out how to open the electric door. I fumble away (he is still screaming) until a nice young man says "I think you have to push the button". I drag him kicking and screaming into the tiny waiting room. I am sure they can hear him through the walls. After a bit the cameraman asks if he wants to see the camera. Nope, no way. He is just mad and nothing will change it. Finally they call him. The poor doctor can see I am stressed and can probably tell that I have been crying. He suggests "Depending on how far you want to go to get this done we can call someone in to help hold him down" I start crying again, he takes that as a yes. We had not gone all that way (read James blog to bet the lowdown on the drive) to not do this. So they gave me the option to leave the room but if I had all h-e-doublehockeysticks would have broke out so I stayed. She gave me ythe option to hold him or his legs. Well I tried to hold him but I am just a sissie and he is stronger that I am (sad, I never thought that I would not be able to control my own 5 year old) so I held his legs. They put in Dora, to his protest and we held him down for at least half an hour. About 5 min into Dora he stopped screaming but we still could not let go. What a horrid experience. Anyways we got James to pick us up and we went to get some lunch. Only we hadn't seen the doctor yet. We had to go back again for that appointment. So James dropped us off again and went to find a place to park... finally found one at least 10 blocks away. But he got there just shortly after the doctor so we had a good talk with her. In a nutshell she increased his dose and we go back in another 18months. And the EEG was good. The hotel room stay is another story in itself, but I need to put the little monster to bed as he has very peacefully fallen asleep on MY bed. To top it all off we are all sick. Sneezing, coughing, the whole nine yards. Winter sucks. December 03 At long last....the sneeze story.Well to start with, I would like to know exactly what reminded my husband of this, but that aside the story is now long overdue. This was back when we lived in a different house, a very small house. It was likely before we had kids, it was the first kid that showed us how very small the house was. Little did we realize how much crap you have to buy when you have a kid... crib, swing, toys, jolly jumper, more toys, etc. Anyways, it was a small house.The bathroom in this house was, in keeping with the rest if the house.... small. So small that when the bathroom door was open there was not even enough room for the cat to pass between it and the tub. So I was in the bathroom one morning, I must have had a cold and I was trying to get around the door to the sink when I sneezed and hit my head right on the end of the door. Of course there is no give when you sneeze into the end of a door (I don't reccomend that you test this at home, take my word for it.) Anyways it must have been very funny for James who was in the other room , this is about what it sounded like to him: Achooooo-whack-owwwwww, but it wasn't really all that fun. I welcome your permission to smack my husband next time he brings up this up. Thanks. |
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