Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Mental note: Do not incur wrath by poking fun at God.
At the risk of sounding like a stuck record, one word - guilt.
I know I have had a lot to say about it. I know I have preached about its pointlessness but I have it. I have it up to my ears. I can't shake it.
The six year old has an ear infection. She's had it for week but I dismissed her complaints as she has molars coming in. The consequence is that she woke up at 2am in agony. It took TWELVE hours for me to get that pain under control.
Twelve hours of moaning, crying, agitated six year old is more than any parent can bear.
It was a day to test the full range of my parenting skills - I feel that I scored a D+ at best.
I dragged that poor girl to the doctor, then the store, then the pharmacist - where we had to wait (of course.) It was here we all hit our limit. So, if you were in Longs yesterday and saw a kid with a blanket around her head - sobbing, a baby crying in frustration as she tried (in vain) to get out of her stroller and a mom with tears pouring down her face - that was us. As timing would have it - fear of swine flu had people looking at us in horror and giving us a three aisle wide berth. So much for community.
Lucky for us there are antibiotics, which I have mixed feelings about using, but in this case was happy to pour enthusiastically down the six year old's throat.
She's already feeling much better. The eleven month old celebrated the days madness by learning to climb the stairs....