In an unprecedented move by, let's see, oh yes... me, I actually sent The Toots to school this week despite the fact something is still wrong with her little body, despite the fact that she is scheduled to be admitted, AGAIN, to Childrens on Monday, and despite the fact that I have not sent her to school since before Christmas due to her basically being sort of, well, unwell all winter.
I don't know what to tell you. Something is not right with my Toodle Bug and we spent eight days back in January with her in Childrens trying to figure that out. And then she got super sick, luckily while in the hospital, and the docs thought they finally found the culprit during a bone scan.
Two months later, even though she is still on antibiotics, "something wicked this way comes." That little phrase from Shakespeare's Macbeth is probably a bit melodramatic but it's how I am feeling at the moment.
Melodramatic and pissy. And tired. So very, very tired. Which of course leads me to feeling even more melodramatic.
Wah wah wah
I hate whining and that is totally what I am doing right now. If I were one of my kids, I would be threatening myself with chores or not being allowed out to stop my bad attitude but, too bad so sad I guess. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.
Except I abhor crying... even more than whining because it inevitably gives me a migraine and it makes me look just terrible and everyone sees me and assumes something is REALLY wrong, not just the normal wrong so, no, I won't cry. I'll stick to whining. Thank you very much.
And now, because I have whined so much, I can't even remember why I started this post. See, kids, this is what whining will get you.
There, I feel better. I got to whine AND give a very valuable life lesson about what that will get you in the process. Right???
Anyway, this post is dumb. I was going to write about how proud of myself I was for letting Tess go to school again even though I really didn't want to but got lost (as I'm sure you wish you had been able to do before getting sucked in to this very boring post) somewhere in the middle.
What can I say except the thought of spending an untold number of days and nights in the hospital, eating yucky food and 'sleeping' on fold out chairs while watching numerous people poke and prod and radiate The Toots (and hoping they find the problem but that it won't be a bad problem) all the while worrying that we won't get home in time for Easter does not put me in very good humor.
And just like that, I am whining again. Me thinks it's time to go do a chore...