Monday, January 28, 2013

BAD Mama. Argh!

So, Honey, how'd your day go?

7:00am  Arise with the alarm without even fading back to sleep.
7:05am  Roust the Boychild from bed.
7:15am  Give Boychild, displaying moderate allergic symptoms common to him, some OTC allergy medication.
7:17 -7:46am  Prod Boychild into getting ready for school.
7:47am Exit house.  Release cat.  Take Boychild to school.
7:56am  Drop off Boychild at school.
8:05am  Pull over and try to check email on phone.  Not loading properly.
8:07am  Attempt to reset phone by turning it off and restarting.  Phone enters "loading loop".
8:10am  Phone still in loop. 
8:15am  Phone will not respond to any commands.  Phone = paperweight.
8:16 - 10:23am  Proceed with chores.  Shop at Staples.  Shop at Target.  Post 2 packages at Newbury Park Post Office.
10:25am  Proceed up the hill to Scrapbook Blessings to continue work on party preparations for Boychild's birthday. 
12:23pm  Boychild vomits on playground.  Goes to nurse's office.
12:29pm  Nurse calls phone.  Phone = paperweight.  Boychild, yowling.  Me, oblivious.
12:34pm  School secretary calls phone.  Phone = paperweight.
12:35pm  School secretary calls home.  No one there.
12:36pm  School secretary calls Husband.  His phone is secure in his car as per base security procedures.
12:36pm and 30 seconds  Boychild breaks out into hives.
12:37pm Nurse calls home.  STILL no one there.  Me, blissfully oblivious.
12:38pm  School secretary and School Nurse quietly consider what lousy parents we are.
12:45pm Nurse makes one last desperate attempt to contact me, requesting that I call her back.  Phone = paperweight
1:00pm I begin to pack up at Scrapbook Blessings. 
1:23pm  Enter car and head back to school.
1:42pm  Arrive at school and calmly enter pick-up loop with PLENTY of time before dismissal. 
2:05pm  Boychild enters car looking decidedly "blotchy". 
2:05pm and 15 seconds  Boychild's teacher and additional adult descend upon the car wondering where the heck I've been, announce that Boychild has vomitted, now has hives, cannot be sent to school tomorrow, and that I've been called multiple times.
2:05pm and 34seconds  I proceed to feel guilty and show them my paperweight in my defense.
2:06pm  Proceed to pediatrician's office hoping to be squeezed in.
2:34pm  Doctor looks at Boychild and proclaims him "One Big Hive"


Yes, I DID manipulate this photo to make it look worse, but it WAS pretty bad. 

2:46pm  Exit doctor's office  with prescription for antihistamine.
2:47 - 3:28pm  Get antihistamine and Calamine Lotion.  Proceed home.
3:37pm Dose Boychild with antihistamine.Wonder at the fact that his hives have all run together into one giant welt.
3:38pm Feed yowling cat. 
3:39pm  Send Boychild in for cool shower (cool, so as not to make the hives worse).  Feel more guilty.
3:40pm  Call Husband to tell him he can disregard the messages.  He asks, "What messages?"
3:44pm  Send Boychild BACK into the shower to wash his hair.
3:50pm  Slather Boychild's entire torso, neck, and arms with Calamine Lotion giving him a ghostly patina.  Let him sit and read.
3:52pm Email teacher with apology and update.
3:53pm  Call and leave message for School secretary and nurse with apology and update.
5:50pm  Inflammation is gone.  Skin  in "welt zone" is still red (pink if you count the Calamine Lotion).
6:00pm Listen to messages on home phone.
6:07pm  Explain to Boychild that, while yowling may be a normal mode of communicating misery at home, it is considered extremely weird by most people and shouldn't be used as a means of communication outside our home.
6:20pm  Boychild appears and acts perfectly normal
6:22 - 6.34pm  Pet yowling cat who is desperate for attention and being neglected.
6:45 - 7:20pm  Boychild eats dinner of curry over rice.  Eats seconds.  Asks for thirds.  Is refused.
7:45pm  Husband and I write  up new procedures for contacting him in case of emergency.
8:00pm  Boychild is put to bed with no signs of there being anything wrong with him but is banned fron school for tomorrow. 
8:01pm  Argh!

Why is it that the only day I've been called to pick him up in the 4 years he's been in school is the day the phone dies?  REALLY, why?

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