April 28, 2009

Never A Dull Moment

There's something about dullness I crave. My kids are 7, 12 and 17. Maybe that explains it. Stop the world I want to get off sometimes. Why do I expect normalcy? Isn't that setting myself up for disappointment and anxiety?

Yesterday I dropped the littlest off at school, came home and settled in a lawn chair in the quietest corner of my yard to chat with Stan as he did his morning stretches for his back. The phone rang about a half hour after school had begun and the nurse told us to come pick up Sean. I heard his coughing in the background and pictured him 45 minutes before, bopping across the street into the playground, perfectly absolutely normal - no runny nose, no cough, no nothing.

Er, what happened?

Your guess is as good as mine. I had no idea this child even had allergies, but his eyes were pouring tears, his nose was running the 50 yard dash, he was coughing and breathing heavily and his eyes looked punched. 45 minutes. He looked into the bathroom mirror and ran out on the verge of panic after seeing himself. He got all "woozy" and collapsed on the couch. I didn't know if it was part of the attack or reaction to his reflection, so I talked him down from that saying that this happens to people all the time - no biggy. Meanwhile I was thrashing through drawers looking for the pediatrician's number.

And $120 later after the doctor and the drug store we have three medications that we don't know if he will even have use for. This morning in an attempt to preserve dullness and predictability (and hopefully his health and my own!) I loaded him up on the eye drops, nasal spray and Claritin before school ... he's probably asleep at his desk as I write this.
Remember as a child wondering why in the world your parents would ever dream of wasting their time worrying about you?
~sigh~ today is "junior cut day" at my oldest's school. Wonder where he is.


Mom said...

He looks so sad. Poor baby.
In just a quick 40 years you will occasionally be blessed with a dull day.

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Paul Nichols said...

What? His nose was running? Did his feet smell, too? Then he's built upside-down. Simple.

No, really. I'm sorry. I know what it's like. Our daughter called today asking us to pray for our 10 YO grandson, cuz he has strep throat.

And one of the great things about going to heaven is that you get to rest. Finally.