Thursday, August 23, 2012

updates

My birthday was awesome; it was a very fun entrance to my thirties. I felt very spoiled as I was fed a yummy lunch at work and showered with presents from friends and family. Keep in mind, though, when looking at this picture, that my birthday hat is at least a foot tall; I'm not that much taller than my sister.

Also, I took Mr. Punkin to see a pediatric gastroenterologist. He switched up his medication and asked me to call if the little guy kept vomiting. It helped for about a week and then he started throwing up again; I called them and now he is scheduled for an endoscopy. I'm just going to tell you this next part and let you decide how panicked I should be about August 28th. The procedure will take place at 3pm. We have to be there at 1pm. He is not allowed to eat anything after 7am and only allowed 4 ounces of water between 7am and 1pm. The good news is that I am allowed to give him his ADHD medication.

And yes, the bus has been showing up on time and on the correct street. 


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

dear bus company,

It would appear to me that you have a single mission, a clear purpose, a daunting yet noble task which only you can complete. You must, five days of each week, transport children to and from school in a safe and efficient manner. That is your job.

It would also seem to me, being as how school begins at a certain time each day and that students are not allowed (by law) to ride the bus for longer than one hour at a time, that you as a company would be extremely concerned with time.

Riddle me this, then, Batman. A member of your staff called me on Friday to ask if it was okay to pick up Punkin on the street that intersects with ours (A Street) rather than our street itself (B Street) due to heavy traffic on B Street. I agreed that this was indeed not only preferred by me, but in fact the approach that was taken last year. So, I was to expect a bus on A street at 6:54 Monday morning. Wonderful.

Monday morning came and went with no sign of the bus. I was late to work, Punkin was anxious, and we were both confused. I called that afternoon and was told that the bus was scheduled for 6:46am. That's a smidge earlier than 6:54, but okay.

Now it's Tuesday morning, this morning in fact, and Punkin and I are sitting on the couch, which happens to have a large window above it that faces B Street. He's just thrown his applesauce/medicine across the room because he "can't want it" when I catch a glimpse of something yellow outside. Sure enough, there's his bus, five minutes early and on the wrong street. Before I can even run outside to beg for an extra minute to find his shoes, the bus pulls away.

So we both know, Bus Company, that I called and spoke to someone and you returned for my sweetheart, without a harness I might add.  But fine, he's off to school and I can get ready for work. The problem is we were both so frazzled that I honest to goodness wept. I lost it.

I worry each and every day about the choices I make, about his future, about whether or not he has friends his age, about his physical health and emotional stability, that having to add "the bus" and our hectic goodbye to my list broke me. It done did me in. I only had about five minutes to spare for a pity party, though, so I put on my big girl panties and left for work.

So, uh, what time you planning on coming tomorrow morning? What street will you be on? Will you have a harness for my precious son who loves to wander? Whatcha think? You'll get right on that? Awesome.

Sincerely,

A Momma with a Bad Case of "The Irritated"


Thursday, August 9, 2012

don't ask me!


I found this picture of Punkin on my computer and it sparked the topic for my latest post over at www.prekandksharing.blogspot.com (linking isn't working on my iPad, sorry). Check it out!

Monday, August 6, 2012

teaching an old dog new tricks

Many people over the past two months, after hearing about my food "allergies" have, with good reason, looked at me with pity and asked, "Well, what can you eat?" Thankfully I have been spared any negative repercussions from eating cheese, but I cannot have bananas. If I go to a restaurant, there's not much -- a hamburger with no bun and a side of vegetables is usually safest. But if I make it myself, I can have almost anything; and I feel so much better for it. I've learned that enriched flour gives me a headache in the back of my head and neck. High fructose corn syrup, MSG, and high amounts of nitrates give me a headache on the top of my head along with blurred vision. And malted barley flour gives me a stabbing pain behind my left eye. But I can eat as much Haagen Dazs ice cream as I please, and I do. I've also learned to make a few things on my own.

I made my own Alfredo sauce and not only was it simple, it was tasty. I am quite content to live without sauce from a jar.

Chicken Noodle Soup (with homemade broth from a friend)

Whole Wheat Chocolate Chip Cookies. Amazing.
Oh, and there's also the Macaroni and Cheese, which was so delicious I never got a picture. I feel like such a good grown-up, which is fitting seeing as how I turn 30 in a few days.

(All of the recipes were from Better Homes and Garden. Email me if you want more information.)

Thursday, August 2, 2012

i can't want it!!

I want to write on my blog every day, I really do. But you see, every afternoon my sweet, agreeable seven-year-old morphs into a whining, crying, ball of a hot mess screeching "I CAN'T WANT IT!" when I suggest things like taking a shower or skipping thirds on snack. He's like one of those machines at the tennis courts that just shoots out balls, except his projectiles are Hot Wheels and household furniture. By the time I throw him into bed at night, I'm toast.

I started giving him a low dose of fast-acting Ritalin when I get home from work at 2:30, and it seems to help some, but now he's melting down right before bed. I'm thinking we need to start the brushing protocol again, or just continue to hang on for dear life until school starts and he hopefully returns to normal.

We also went to see the pediatric gastroenterologist, or as I like to say, the stomach doctor. He took Punkin off of one medication and doubled the other one. We've been puke free for a week!