Well it has been another one those weeks at Chez Schwartz (that is french for “House of Schwartz). Ollie continued to be plagued by tummy troubles since our island trip, which led me to reminiscing on past episodes of House. Which led me to believe Oliver had picked up a rare bacteria from some rare critter on the beach, I lightly. approached this theory with the emergency room doctor, my doctor, and the fill in doctor at my office, apparently they don’t watch House, nor do they share in my over active imagination. Probably a good thing, cause poor Ollie could have been subjected to gruesome tests. They all agreed it was a virus (how do you pick up a virus in the middle of no where?) and in the end, he developed an ear infection and possible throat infection. Round three of antibiotics has begun. I did finally invest in a new thermometer, it is a dandy!! You take the temperature just behind the ear, much better then trying to hold a thermometer in their pit, are shudder, worst places. For the record, I have never gone “there”.
While dealing with young Schwartz’s “virus”, I am still giving my theory a slight amount of credit, Owen started his first week of Grade Four. Last year I seriously lacked in the play date department and spent the better part of ten months in survival mode. We had managed for three years to never be late, I’m not even going to acknowledge that column on his final report card of last year. I keep saying this is why old people should not have babies. This year I am determined to
a) Help in Owen’s class this year
b) Secure a best friend for Owen (Owen has lots of friends, but has yet to find the that bosom pal at school)
c) Not wear my pyjama to drop off anymore.
This week I worked on “B” and arranged for a sleep over for Friday night. Thursday was a doozey with Oliver and he had us up all night with his fever, but I was determined not to cancel. I formulated a fool proof plan, I would pick up the boys with a heavily drugged Oliver, send them to play video games till they lost all brain cells gained during the week (fun, care free mom) then Ryan would take over big boy duty when he got home, and I would retire to nurse Ollie to health.
It started pretty good. I picked them up and started the best sleep over ever with a round of slurpees. I am so good. Then they were off to play video games. Perfect. I decided dinner would be too ambitious with my clingy one year old, so asked Ryan to take them to Chuck E Cheese for dinner. Bing! Let’s hear it for hero of the year mom!!! I called Ryan to see how it was going, he said great they were just finishing up at Marble Slab.
Okay, spidey senses are tingling. I do a mental account of:
c)Icecream (and Ryan forked out for the giant ice cream cones, he was unaware of the slurpee kick off to the funnest sleep over ever)
I have a slight feeling of trepidation and guilt. It should be okay, it’s only once in awhile……
The boys head down for a movie, unknown to me taking the candy they scored with their tickets at Chuck E Cheese.
It’s 2 am, my baby has been sleeping soundly for hours, but I am awakened with a “Mom, My friend has an upset stomach”
Oh boy…….I take them back to bed and ask the boy if he is going to barf. “Maybe.” Owen pipes up, “It was probably the slurpee’s, the pizza, the icecream, the candy….” Me “What candy!!!! Owen stop talking about food, it’s not helping!”
I give the boy a tums, pray it helps, but I know better. I go back to my room grab my phone and start to play solitaire and wait. Forty minutes later I hear the footsteps and hop out of be to back pat Owen’s friend through a round of barfing. All while thinking that I am going to have to explain to his mother I poisoned her kid with sugar.
The next day I explained what happened and she was very gracious, I pray she gives me a second chance, cause I have high expectations for this friendship.
Sometimes “Fun Mum” is “Dumb Mum”.
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