“Whoops, I did it again” I held Ian in my arms and dipped him down every time I sang “whoops.”
We were in the doctor’s examining room again, and I was trying to distract him until the doctor finally showed up. Ian hates the doctor’s office not only for the normal reasons, but also because he has a slight case of sensory integration disorder. A closed in place, lots of no touching, lots of background sounds including wailing babies. It’s all finger nails on a black board for Ian.
I got some laughs for the Britney song, but I couldn’t keep it up for an hour. So, he paced around touching everything. Periodically he made a dash for the front door with a scream “GO. HOME. NOW.” He went to the bathroom twice. Threw himself on the floor three times. Then we went back to singing the Eensy, Weensy Spider” and “You are my Sunshine.” But my throat was hurting, so I didn’t get too far.
We were at the Doctor’s because I have strep throat and I was worried that Ian had it, too. Ian couldn’t tell us that he had a sore throat, but there were some tell tale signs that things weren’t right. He had started screaming again, and he had stopped that a while ago. He had crawled into our bed and had an accident at 4:00 am.
Sure enough, he had strep. And Steve’s off to the doctor’s right now to get swabbed.
I’m totally embarrassed to be sick again. We’ve had stomach viruses and the flu and now strep almost continuously since New Year’s Eve. What’s going on?
Well, there’s some potent illness out there. And we just aren’t taking the time to get better. We aren’t sitting on the sofa and watching Oprah. All kids and work and not enough quiet time. As soon as I get a break from watching the kids, I fly up the stairs to my computer to write or read the blogs. When Steve walks in the house, he reads to the kids, puts them to bed, goes to the gym, and eats dinner at around 9:30. It’s all good stuff. We want to be with the kids. We want to work. We want to socialize. Quiet time is very low on the priority list. But we keep getting sick, so maybe we have to carve out sitting still time.
I refuse to feel guilty for letting Ian watch videos today. I’m off to read.
Apt. 11d 