trinityroyal
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difficult child is on his way home for Christmas, scheduled to arrive sometime in the early evening. Based on our phone conversation this morning, I strongly suspect that he's off his medications AND hypomanic.
Tyrannosaur is cutting molars. He's my little drama king, so when a wave of pain hits him he casts himself down on the floor with Shakespearean flair and lies there keening. Pain medications and anbesol haven't made a dent so far. Poor little tyke, but as Tyrannosaur himself would say, "The noise is awful!"
Tyrantina is having ghastly heartburn and gastro pain (GERD related). Our regular babysitter was off early this week to get her own Christmas plans in order, and the alt sitter fed her something containing soy, to which she reacts very badly. ("But it was chicken soup. You wouldn't think there would be any soy in chicken soup." Which, of course, is why the protocol is to Read. The. Label. before feeding the children anything.) Although she knows that her "tummy medicine" helps her, she's in so much pain all she can do is scream. A horrible, blood-curdling scream. When you try to give her the medicine, she pitches a fit and knocks the spoon out of the hand of whoever is making the attempt.
So...we have one screaming Tyrantina, one wailing Tyrannosaur, and a hypomanic 6'5" Christmas Elf about to burst through the door in full-throated song-and-dance within the next 2 or 3 hours. All we need now is the Partridge and its pear tree to make my day complete.
(I'm thinking of hiding in the basement until this is all over)
Tyrannosaur is cutting molars. He's my little drama king, so when a wave of pain hits him he casts himself down on the floor with Shakespearean flair and lies there keening. Pain medications and anbesol haven't made a dent so far. Poor little tyke, but as Tyrannosaur himself would say, "The noise is awful!"
Tyrantina is having ghastly heartburn and gastro pain (GERD related). Our regular babysitter was off early this week to get her own Christmas plans in order, and the alt sitter fed her something containing soy, to which she reacts very badly. ("But it was chicken soup. You wouldn't think there would be any soy in chicken soup." Which, of course, is why the protocol is to Read. The. Label. before feeding the children anything.) Although she knows that her "tummy medicine" helps her, she's in so much pain all she can do is scream. A horrible, blood-curdling scream. When you try to give her the medicine, she pitches a fit and knocks the spoon out of the hand of whoever is making the attempt.
So...we have one screaming Tyrantina, one wailing Tyrannosaur, and a hypomanic 6'5" Christmas Elf about to burst through the door in full-throated song-and-dance within the next 2 or 3 hours. All we need now is the Partridge and its pear tree to make my day complete.
(I'm thinking of hiding in the basement until this is all over)