Perspective

I'm going to try and forget:

• how I forgot to pick up my daughter from school. And when I frantically tried to call another mother from her class to help out, I found that NO ONE seems to carry their cell phone. Oh and the secretaries do not know how to get in contact with the teacher...

• about the ridiculous number of times I was almost involved in a car accident, because people refuse to abide by a 4 way stop.

• why I moved away from family in the first place. Family is always helpful when you are in the throws of a stomach virus and your husband can't answer the page you just sent him that contained "please come home soon. I have the stomach flu. I think I'm going to die."
  

But I will remember:

• my cute friend Carrie that took Lulu to the zoo yesterday so I could take a nap with Teddy.

• the amazing gift that people can give if they are organ donors. According to Adam, "a really nice man got a new liver today."

• Lulu saying "mom, it's fine. Don't worry, it's really fine." After I picked her up 1/2 hour after her school let out, because I lost track of the time.

See.. life is good. Especially in the right perspective.

Day 6 of Teddy Watch

ROSEOLA ...at least that is what my doctor said. We headed back because of a crazy rash on Mr. Ted. He had also been rubbing his ears quite a bit so the doctor looked in his ears and guess what.. they are perfectly normal. WHAT? The kid is smacking himself on the head repeatedly. I would not define this as "NORMAL." I'm sure you can imagine the puzzled and concern look I got with my audible outcry of disappointment. I quickly quelled any concern of Munchhausen with this question... is it bad to wish for an illness? If it is known you can say "oh.. well no wonder the little guy is so sad and quickly help him to happier days." He was only slightly amused.

At least we have a diagnosis and a possible timeline. Mr. Ted is feeling a little better and played for a bit today. Although he is still walking around and crying for no obvious reason.

I need to publicly apologize to the Hamilton kids, Harris kids, Evanson kids, and any other littles that we saw during Ted's contagious period (all last week). Yeah, sorry about that one. I guess the moniker bestowed on me by one Mr. Stu Hunt lives on. I will proudly wear "she's the one that gets everyone sick" with pride. But in my defense, it is never really on purpose. This is obviously a story for another day.

Day 4 of Teddy Watch

The Tedmister is sick.
He has been running a temperature between 100-102 degrees since Wednesday.
After one very grueling night of no sleep, I finally took him to my MALE pediatrician.

"Ear Infection?"
"No."
"Strep?"
"No."
"Swollen lymphs?"
"Slight."
"What is wrong with him?"
"Obviously he is sick, but in addition, he is also cutting 10 teeth. Yes I said 10. Of those 10, 4 are molars. Your other problem?"
"Yes?"
"He is a boy. Boys traditionally have a lower pain threshold." "Girls go through teething and don't make a peep, boys- make sure EVERYONE knows they are teething."

Poor Ted. He just sits on my lap and moans. He doesn't eat, and if he does he grimaces the entire time. He doesn't play, he just sits with his head on the floor.

Poor, poor, little boy.