My son just ate a meatball. It wasn’t a homemade masterpiece, but I don’t care about that. It was this…
and that is good enough!
When I put the bowl in front of him, he did his usual visual inspection and sniff test, but then he just popped the spoon into his mouth with a meatball on it! Then he did it again. And again!
He ate three meatballs and several bites of the pasta and sauce along with them. For a child who exists primarily on crackers and chocolate milk, this is progress!
We needed some progress today because the morning hasn’t gone well.
The boy is home again with his constantly sniffling nose. That nose drives all three of us absolutely batty. I’ve written post after post about that nose.
It keeps us up at night and makes us nervous all day. I swear, it sometimes seems that nose is just as responsible for my son’s challenges as any cognitive issue ever has been.
This morning, he was so annoyed by it that he started slamming his bedroom door to show his frustration. Since we have such a tight, pressured schedule in the morning, I have no patience with that behavior. Whatever the cause, I simply don’t have time to indulge it. Unfortunately, I let stress get the best of me and I went overboard in response.
First, I yelled up the stairs and asked him to stop. He slammed the door again. Then I heard myself asking him if I should call Santa and cancel Christmas.
Cancel Christmas! Can you imagine? I am horrible and I regret it. It made him cry. My lecturing loudly to him didn’t help.
What the hell is wrong with me? After the events in Connecticut last week, what business have I to do anything other than hug my child and not let go? I am weepy over my failure.
Cancel Christmas…sheesh! Christmas pretty much got cancelled last year. Remember?
There is no way I would take the joy of this season away from my son (or myself!). So why did I say it? Why? Because I am an ogre. I am a very stressed-out, over-tired ogre.
Back to the sniffles.
My son doesn’t like the doctor and he has a horrible time getting any medicine down his throat, so he just keeps sniffling. It’s an impossible situation.
Yesterday, the school called me to come get him an hour early. He was hitting himself, losing focus, disrupting class, all in frustration over that nose. I didn’t get the message until it was time for him to get on the bus.
When I finally spoke to the teacher, I felt the need to promise her something. I said I would take him to the doctor. Honestly though, I don’t really want to.
His pediatrician doesn’t have anything new to say about this, so going to her feels like a huge waste of time for all of us. I requested a referral to a specialist instead. The specialist can’t see us until January 7th. Right. Of course. It’s a week before Christmas. 😐
Speaking of Christmas
On a lighter note, I had lunch with an old friend this week. It was very nice to relax and chat without having to worry about my son for a few hours. (Thanks for playing single parent all day, husband. 🙂 )
After lunch, my friend and I went to a new Goodwill store in my mom’s neighborhood. Shopping the thrifters at Christmas is so fun. You find the weirdest, best stuff ever during the holidays, and it’s usually marked way down so they can clear it out. I went to the Spring Valley AMVETS store this week too – one of my favorites.
Here are my latest treasures:
seven sugared fruit
(They’re not strung for hanging, but I love them!)
a painted alphabet sign
(This is kind of hard to photograph since it’s already on my wall.)
When I mused out loud to my friend about why I was drawn to the sign,
she immediately said “because it has cute sheep.”
So true. So very true! Baaa.
and a big purple ornament
Ornaments are a problem for me. I can’t resist them. They bring such excitement to my son, I find myself buying them all year.
Mostly I pick them up at thrift stores, so they’re not pricey, but they do take up space. I try to weed out the broken, worn, or uninteresting ornaments every year, but I’d rather just add more trees, if you want know the truth.
I love ornaments, even the cheap kind that impress with only their immenseness. Please note giant green, gold, and blue orbs personally selected by the ten-year-old:
I also have a thing for the painted tin ornaments from Bazaar Del Mundo. Someday, I will have a tree just for them. For now, there are a few on the big tree and a few hanging from the chandelier:
That’s All, Folks.
The child has discovered a long forgotten disposable camera. He has decided that taking the entire roll of me is the thing to do. Unfortunately, the flash is blinding me something serious. Gotta go!
What are you up to?