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Good Morning,
It is my one morning to lounge this week, and lounging I am. I made a breakfast that only I could love (J just asked me, are those eggs? and why are they blue?) I have caught up on TWOP, I read Heroes, 24, and Battlestar.
Again, the homeopath has fixed my kid. It is funny. I really have trouble buying into the homeopathic model of efficacy. I mean basically in my heart of hearts I'm an unbeliever (the same with chiropractic) yet, I use the remedies and J and I rack up 80.00 per week in chiro fees. It is like being a deacon and also an agnostic. No, that's a bad metaphor. So, this time Mags has had a cough for 12 days that has not changed much and keeps her up at night. Its a deep (but not wet) cough that make her double over, also her appetite is gone and she's been low-grade fever girl (sub 101 for at least a week). She is not so sick that she has missed school or TKD but she's emotional, scattered, and cries a lot from pain, real and imagined. So he talked to her for about 40 minutes and prescribed nux vomica for 4 days and then pulsatilla once a week as a constitutional because she has been sick since the end of October with about a 4 day break... seriously. That 4 day break was after the last time he fixed her. Anyway, the outcome, after 3 doses yesterday she went to sleep quickly with less deep sounding coughing, slept through the night. This morning, no coughing! She had been hacking away so much that she hadn't been able to eat breakfast. This morning she ate a full bowl of Total honey clusters and asked for a banana a few minutes later. She also said that she feels less foggy.
So that. I feel like I can relax a little now. Its strange, how very anxious I become when my kids are sick. I mean even just a little sick. I can't fully put down the burdens, that they are not functioning at 100% is a burr under my blanket. And, for the most part I am not a lovey-dovey child-centric Mama. I mean I love them and tell them often, but I see clear divisions between them and myself, I am rather strict or as I like to say, "consistent". I don't know, honestly, my life is pretty child-centric, maybe I'm kidding myself.
For instance, March 7-12, we will be paying homage to the great Rat of Orlando. I can hardly believe it myself. Yet, I went out and made the reservations, bought plane tickets etc so I can't act surprised or too cool to do Disney. M's Birthday is March 11th, so she keeps saying we are going to Disney Land for my Birthday! and I say, "no, it's Disney World and your Birthday happens to be during a family vacation." I'm actually looking forward to it in a totally ridiculous way. We are staying at a Disney "Themed" resort and even have their dining package. We will be immersed in the total fakery of it all for 6 days. Ambivalent feelings do not even begin to describe it. I sure hope the kids can keep it together. Actually, I hope my husband AKA Smokestack can handle Disney's rather intense dislike of tobacco. I have suggested that he try to cut down to 10 a day by the time we leave. Dylan keeps telling me about how he will see Giraffes off the balcony and how he's going to make friends with one and ride it to Star Wars World, to which there is no appropriate reply, I'd like that too.
It is my one morning to lounge this week, and lounging I am. I made a breakfast that only I could love (J just asked me, are those eggs? and why are they blue?) I have caught up on TWOP, I read Heroes, 24, and Battlestar.
Again, the homeopath has fixed my kid. It is funny. I really have trouble buying into the homeopathic model of efficacy. I mean basically in my heart of hearts I'm an unbeliever (the same with chiropractic) yet, I use the remedies and J and I rack up 80.00 per week in chiro fees. It is like being a deacon and also an agnostic. No, that's a bad metaphor. So, this time Mags has had a cough for 12 days that has not changed much and keeps her up at night. Its a deep (but not wet) cough that make her double over, also her appetite is gone and she's been low-grade fever girl (sub 101 for at least a week). She is not so sick that she has missed school or TKD but she's emotional, scattered, and cries a lot from pain, real and imagined. So he talked to her for about 40 minutes and prescribed nux vomica for 4 days and then pulsatilla once a week as a constitutional because she has been sick since the end of October with about a 4 day break... seriously. That 4 day break was after the last time he fixed her. Anyway, the outcome, after 3 doses yesterday she went to sleep quickly with less deep sounding coughing, slept through the night. This morning, no coughing! She had been hacking away so much that she hadn't been able to eat breakfast. This morning she ate a full bowl of Total honey clusters and asked for a banana a few minutes later. She also said that she feels less foggy.
So that. I feel like I can relax a little now. Its strange, how very anxious I become when my kids are sick. I mean even just a little sick. I can't fully put down the burdens, that they are not functioning at 100% is a burr under my blanket. And, for the most part I am not a lovey-dovey child-centric Mama. I mean I love them and tell them often, but I see clear divisions between them and myself, I am rather strict or as I like to say, "consistent". I don't know, honestly, my life is pretty child-centric, maybe I'm kidding myself.
For instance, March 7-12, we will be paying homage to the great Rat of Orlando. I can hardly believe it myself. Yet, I went out and made the reservations, bought plane tickets etc so I can't act surprised or too cool to do Disney. M's Birthday is March 11th, so she keeps saying we are going to Disney Land for my Birthday! and I say, "no, it's Disney World and your Birthday happens to be during a family vacation." I'm actually looking forward to it in a totally ridiculous way. We are staying at a Disney "Themed" resort and even have their dining package. We will be immersed in the total fakery of it all for 6 days. Ambivalent feelings do not even begin to describe it. I sure hope the kids can keep it together. Actually, I hope my husband AKA Smokestack can handle Disney's rather intense dislike of tobacco. I have suggested that he try to cut down to 10 a day by the time we leave. Dylan keeps telling me about how he will see Giraffes off the balcony and how he's going to make friends with one and ride it to Star Wars World, to which there is no appropriate reply, I'd like that too.