T has been feeling a little under the weather for the last couple of days.
Runny nose. The right side of his neck (throat) hurts when he swallows. A headache. Pain in the sinus area.
Like all moms I have been harassing him non-stop to blow his nose. He refuses because ‘Mom it never helps!’ It does if you do it more than once.
Yesterday morning there were tears. T was feeling the stuffy nose, the sore throat, he did not want to go for his eye appointment.
I was sitting on the couch having my coffee when he comes out into the living room and plops down on the couch next to me. He looks over at me and says:
‘Mom I can smell now! My nose is okay.’
‘Wow what happened? Did you blow it?’
He looks at me all squinty eyed not impressed with me in the least.
‘Are you being sarcastic mom?’
‘You know you really are not funny.’ I was standing in front of him laughing away.
‘Maybe not to you but all the other moms out there are going to find this hilarious. Just blow your nose when I tell you to and this will not be a problem.’
Needless to say as I chortled away T sat with his arms crossed staring at me with that look. Which only made me laugh more.
Today’s blog is brought to you by a sudden winter storm that closed schools for the first time this school season
Chore time. The much dreaded, much argued time of the day. I kind of pick and chose the times when I have T his chores. Mostly because I do not remember until that moment. I have him put dishes away, change garbage bag and take garbage out to dumpster, feed the cats and the dreaded scoop the cat litter.
Yesterday he was hanging out in his room when I hollered at him that it was time to do the cat litter. He whined. I remained firm and kept repeating get out here and clean the cat litter. He whined some more before coming out into the kitchen. I am mixing the salad as he moans and gripes that it is so unfair that he has to scoop out the cat litter. Why did he have to do it? He was right in the middle of this cool video. My reply which got me that look was that there was a really neat feature that allowed you to pause the video exactly where you were and it will be there when you came back. He muttered away under his breath grabbing a plastic bag out of the plastic bag bag. I have two of them.
T asks me if there is a human being in the storage room.
Not unless the guy I had tied up under my bed escaped.
T did not understand what I meant. So I went back over it again and he stared at me like I had grown horns. I really was not being funny he informed me, all I had done was creeped him out. Now that I think of it, I should have crept after him and yelled boo into the storage room. I would have laughed, he would have screamed, I may have ended up wearing cat litter. It maybe a good thing that I did not do that.