Another Day
It seems that life is one big lesson that I would greatly like to take a break from. Right now my lesson is in how-not-to-kill-a-little-boy-who-will-not-leave-me-alone-is-rude-and-hit-my-baby-but-you-can’t-say-anything-to-him-because-his-mom-is-way-to-overprotective. This is otherwise known as patience. Right now I am hiding from him, but it seems that he has found me and asking if I’m doing something alone and why I need to work on this “alone” project alone. Okay, so he is not all that bad but my god I’m not ready for a 5-year-old. just this morning he has yelled at me twice, knocked over my 11 month old, and threw a toy at us. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. I need my alone time. I need it greatly. I really wish his mother would watch him, but somehow he has become my responsibility this week. Maybe I should stop complaining. Afterall next weekend is Bug’s birthday and R and I plan on tricking our family into watching her so that we can go out for a bit. It will be our first alone time since February when we went to visit my grandparents in Florida.
The other thing that is on my mind is Bug’s EEG. There has been a bit of a change in the works for what is going to happen. Now we only need one EEG (part of it sleeping and part awake) and an appointment with a nurologist. Her EEG is Monday and I’m torn up. I know that she will be fine, but I also know that this test is going to be trouble. Bug isn’t a calm baby by any means. She is loves people, but is terrified of doctors and after talking to my doctor and the person who was booking the appointment she is most likely going to be sedated. That is the part that is getting to me. My momma instincts are kicking in and I feel as though I need to protect her from it.
Somehow I put the thought out of my head for a week. The EEG didn’t exist in my work until I got a call yesterday as a reminder for the appointment and R brought it up. It was so far in the back of my head that part of me felt like I was hearing about this for the first time.
Enough with the sad talk. I’m in Portland for the week and have a party to prep for when I get back. I haven’t done much for other than decide on the cakes I’m making and buy paper plates. Why do I feel like this party is going to bite me on the ass? Party planning can’t be this easy. Oh, and no one at the party knows about Bug’s tests! This is going to be a looooooong weekend. Head up. Smile on. This is just one bump in the road that we will be over soon.
