“Unless you are dragging a bloody limb or you have actually and literally coughed up a lung you are both going to school tomorrow!”
I spoke those very words this evening.
Both of my kids have been sick this week. I have had at least one of them home each day this week. Monday they were both home. Granted they were sick. I know they were sick because each of them, independently, decided to forgo television, video games, the computer, the phone and any other electronic device to sleep on Saturday.
They have been sick. I know this because the daughter had a fever until last night and the son asked to go to the doctor.
The daughter was ready to stay home again today. She said her tummy hurt and was ready to spend another day on the couch with the dog and the remote. She was ready to do this until I told her that we would all be going to the doctor if we chose not to go to school.
“My tummy doesn’t hurt anymore”
Good.
I took my son to the doctor. We got right in and waited patiently as the receptionist finished her half hour long call to her boyfriend. After making a copy of the insurance cards and offering me reams of paper regarding the privacy act I was told we could sit down. There was no one else in the waiting room which was odd since it is the middle of the flu season. This didn’t speed up the wait time just something I thought was interesting.
Once they weighed and measured my son we were escorted into another room where he was poked and prodded by someone who was not a doctor. After taking the strep test we were told to wait a little longer. The person who was not a doctor asked my son to remove his hoodie so the doctor could listen better to his lungs.
My son removed his sweatshirt revealing his arms which had been drawn on by his classmates, apparently when he was sleeping in class. That was his excuse which caused all sorts of noises to come out of my mouth, in a hushed tone of course but no less pissed off.
If the kid wants to draw on his arms with pen that’s his business. I’m not worried about ink poisoning or anything like that but was it necessary to let his friends draw hairy penises all over his arms? What does he think when he does these things? Obviously not that he might be visiting the doctor any time soon that is for sure.
My son has been fascinated with his penis since he first gained control of his movements when he was about a week or so old. His hand latched onto it when I was changing a diaper and he hasn’t let go since. I’m not a guy but I’ve been around enough to know that they like their willies. Great. Do we have do draw pictures of said willy on our very own arm. Can’t we just look down?
I drew on my arms and shoes in high school. Sometimes it can’t be avoided. Inspirations strikes and one must go along for the ride. I never drew penises on my clothing, body or anywhere else. Ok, I may have doodled a few doodles in my notebooks but I didn’t present them to the teacher or my parents.
He could have scrubbed off his member before we went to the doctor. He had warning.
Turns out he has the flu. The doctor said he was fine otherwise and could go to school tomorrow. There is no treatment and he is not contagious unless he pukes on someone. He does not have the puking flu he has respiratory flu. Whatever.
They are both going to school tomorrow. I am not waiting on anyone tomorrow. If someone wants tea they are going to make it themselves and make one for me while they are at it. I am not taking anyone’s (daughter) temperature tonight or tomorrow. I will not be feeling anyone’s forehead either.
Tomorrow I want the house to myself. I am behind, way behind on work and I need to draw some things on my arms, if I can remember what they look like.
Whoa, he had penis-sketches on his arm!!?! You need to break me in more slowly here. My boys are 2 and almost 5.
Oh Ann, I don’t want to scare you. Enjoy them while they are young and innocent and still small enough to pick up and place anywhere you want them.
I’ll have to tell the story about the hicky he had on the day of grandpa’s funeral.
I am sorry your kids are sick. It is not fun…while I suppose it is good your son’s friends have artistic talents it might be better if they used a different canvas.
This sounds like something my son’s friends would do to him. (Thank goodness they haven’t!)
My daughter has been sick all week. She insists on being in the living room with me where the tv is. But then she has her pillow and comforter and she lays on the floor. So all day long I’m dodging a sleeping child.
The good thing is that she is self sufficient. She makes her own hot tea and her own soup.
But she’s driving me crazy. Mom this, Mom that.
She is soooooo going to school tomorrow!
Kids are weird, aren’t they? LoL. I don’t have any of my own, but both my sisters have children already (6 kids between the 2 of them), and I’ve also seen some pretty weird things.
Boys are a bit worse for me 😛 But girls can be equally odd. My sister’s 7 year old daughter decided to swallow a lithium battery a while back, cause she pretended it was a pill. Luckily she told her mom what happened and they could take her to hospital in time.
One day I will probably also be able to tell stories like that about my own children, but for now, I’m enjoying listening to other people’s tales 😛
I don’t have kids, I have dogs.
When they start to bug me, I just put them outside and lock the gate.
It works pretty well, but I think it’s frowned upon as a solution for sick kids.
Sorry to hear that the kids have been sick 🙁
Totally sounds like a trial.
Hopefully there is less drawing inappropriate images on body parts and more self sufficiency so that you can get some work done!
I have two boys one is 12years thother 13years. getting a kiss is next too impossible….. until they are ill then they are babies.Men, they’re all the same.
I have three dogs, all cocker spaniels. The gate doesn’t work, they just sit there and cry.
I go to bed, they come to foot of the bed and whine.
I put in earplugs. Wife picks them up and puts them on bed.
Eventually I wake up with a dog in each armpit, and one between my legs. Wanna trade?!
Let me know if you need help tracing a penis on your back.
Oh dang! Another day. Daughter woke up all congested and lethargic again!
Enough already!
LOL! That is hilarious. I remember drawing on my arms too! It must be a rite of passage thing.Although I’m pretty such I never drew a penis.
LMAO this is too funny to me….it reminds me of when I worked at a pediatric hospital. Of course I was just holding down kids so the doctors could stick them with needles and never ran across any tattooed penises but these are the things kids do. Ha ha
ROFLMAO Hilarious!!!
I would love to be a fly on the wall when he tells the artiste about the public viewing of said arm artwork.