That keeps us up all night.
That makes my husband ask what we can give her.
That sounds like she is going to barf a lung.
That makes people think I take my sick kid out in public.
That makes teachers think I should take her to a Dr. (even when I already did)
That has no miracle antibiotic that she can take to make.it.stop!
That has me giving her Benadryl at night to help us all get a few consecutive hours of sleep.
Its just a cough that goes away for a week and then comes back again. GRRRRRR!
I loathe the “just a cough” diagnosis. Can't she have pneumonia again? I just want to give her something to take her cough away so that I don’t have to explain to everyone and their mother that she is "NACHO" contagious.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
“Nacho” Mama: When did I have a 4th child?
From the Nacho Maid "mailbag":
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I got married when I was a bit older. I had a career, bought a house and got married (in that order) to a man that had lived on his own for more than 10 years. He had lived in several apartments since moving out of his parents’ house in his early 20s. He had to cook, clean, do his own laundry and all that goes with living as an adult in this world. We got married and then quickly had two children (twins) before our first anniversary. But as time went on, and we added another child to the mix, I began to realize that I had not three but four children.
“Mama, I can’t find my shoes. Mama, I want breakfast. Mama, where is my Justin Bieber shirt?”
Yes, I understand that they are just little and can’t always remember where they put it, where it is kept or how to open the cabinet and pour a bowl of cereal. I get that, they are learning.
“Betty, where are my keys? My socks? My underwear? Can you mail this? Make me a lunch? Do anything that I should be able to do for myself?”
Seriously? You are an adult. Find it. I am “Nacho” Mama.
Betty
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I got married when I was a bit older. I had a career, bought a house and got married (in that order) to a man that had lived on his own for more than 10 years. He had lived in several apartments since moving out of his parents’ house in his early 20s. He had to cook, clean, do his own laundry and all that goes with living as an adult in this world. We got married and then quickly had two children (twins) before our first anniversary. But as time went on, and we added another child to the mix, I began to realize that I had not three but four children.
“Mama, I can’t find my shoes. Mama, I want breakfast. Mama, where is my Justin Bieber shirt?”
Yes, I understand that they are just little and can’t always remember where they put it, where it is kept or how to open the cabinet and pour a bowl of cereal. I get that, they are learning.
“Betty, where are my keys? My socks? My underwear? Can you mail this? Make me a lunch? Do anything that I should be able to do for myself?”
Seriously? You are an adult. Find it. I am “Nacho” Mama.
Betty
An "aha" moment.... well not mine exactly
My parents are growing up. I know it's a small miracle. They have had their "aha" moment, and it couldn't come soon enough. They are seeing a therapist and it's not me...YAY! Now they can burden a perfect stranger with their problems and drama. I no longer have to hold my breath when I see the caller ID with their name on it. Maybe now I can stop avoiding phone calls and conversations. Maybe it won't solve anything, or maybe it will. Either way, I feel like I can breathe again. Normally I say how proud of my 7-yr olds I am, but I'm happy to say I'm proud of my parents today for stepping up and doing the work that needs to be done. Hmmm... maybe you're never to old to learn new tricks.
-Thelma
-Thelma
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