Pizza, Feverish Kids, and Possessed Toys
Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouThe Impossible Son is sick. He woke the Husbandly One up Monday night, and oh, wasn't he hot? 102 degrees hot! He wanted Mama, so the Husbandly One put him in bed with me, and I spent the rest of the night sweating and trying to sleep around a restless child. His fever went' down, but he stayed restless, and I stayed awake. He stayed home, and mostly curled up either on the couch or his crashpad (which is like this giant, roll-out cushion for the floor) watching TV or cuddling with the Triplikits.
All this while I'm trying to get the house ready for a party on Saturday. The Impertinent Daughter is turning 11 on Friday, and her party will be on Saturday. We missed throwing a party for her last year, because we were in the middle of moving, and I think she'd have our guts for garters if we missed it again.
Anyhow, Mr. Manzie was much better today, so I thought he'd be fine for school tomorrow. Yeah. That's what I get for thinking. I was making pizza for dinner, getting frustrated because I was having a rather difficult time with crust, and Himself says, "Mama, my head really hurts."
So I went in to check on him. And oh, he was a Hot Little Tater!! 102.8 degrees of hot!!! So, I got the Tylenol, and some water for him to drink, and sat and listened to him babble..."Mama, remember when I was in your tummy, and I jumped around all the time and my sister thought you had a kangarooinsideyouandisittrueyouusedtocallmeLittleRoo?" and on and on, ad infinitum. It was good when the Tylenol kicked in and he slowly relaxed. WHEW!!! So, I'll be calling the doctor AGAIN, and probably taking him in this time. And hoping it isn't massively contagious.
He slept in our bed again last night, and this time, he wanted Papa, so I went to sleep in Mr. Manzie's bed. And I discovered two things. One, our son is a very heavy sleeper. Why do I say this? Because the second thing I discovered is... he has a very noisy room! I went in there and got into his comfy little bed, and thought, aaaahhhh, I can SLEEP now.
Ha!
Right!
First, the air conditioner came on. The unit is just outside his room, and it's LOUD. Okay, I adjusted to that. However, that's when I noticed that odd... noise. We've all heard it before for quite some time now. This odd little purring rattle type noise that we thought was his clock radio. It goes off every five minutes, on the dot. I was exhausted and sleep-deprived already, and this just... I could not sleep. Every time I started to drop off...whrrrrr... I'd wake up, frown, turn over, start to drop off and ...whrrrrr... I'd grab the pillow, pull it over my head, stuffing covers in my ears, think, "ah, at last!" and...whrrrrr....
It was maddening!
And then... there were the birds. Some sort of night bird that twittered and chirped ALL FRIGGIN' NIGHT!!! A whole BUNCH of them, squawking, twittering, chirping, and just generally carrying on little bird conversations at the top of their tiny lungs. I think I finally passed out from exhaustion around 4, only to be awakened by the Husbandly One at 6, because that's when I get up and start Mom Duty.
Maybe tonight, I should get a sleeping bag and go SLEEP IN THE CAR!!!
Anyhow, today, I was cleaning the Impossible Son's bedroom, and I finally found out what the whrrrrr noise was. I was on the floor on my hands and knees, reaching under the bed, when the noise went off literally under my ear and I nearly launched into the ceiling! I scrabbled back frantically, because that close, it sounded just like a rattlesnake! And no, Auntie does not want to be near a rattlesnake, no, no, no!!!
It wasn't a rattlesnake. It was a toy truck. A radio control truck that was turned OFF, and the remote has long since gone the way of the dinosaur, disappearing into the mists of time. The battery is obviously very low, and while it can activate, it can't get enough juice to roll the tires, so it just... purrs. DEEE-STUR-BING!!!
Mr. Truck has gone to live in the laundry room, where he can freak out the cats. They're USED to being freaked out.
Some days, I wonder why I even bother to watch TV.
All this while I'm trying to get the house ready for a party on Saturday. The Impertinent Daughter is turning 11 on Friday, and her party will be on Saturday. We missed throwing a party for her last year, because we were in the middle of moving, and I think she'd have our guts for garters if we missed it again.
Anyhow, Mr. Manzie was much better today, so I thought he'd be fine for school tomorrow. Yeah. That's what I get for thinking. I was making pizza for dinner, getting frustrated because I was having a rather difficult time with crust, and Himself says, "Mama, my head really hurts."
So I went in to check on him. And oh, he was a Hot Little Tater!! 102.8 degrees of hot!!! So, I got the Tylenol, and some water for him to drink, and sat and listened to him babble..."Mama, remember when I was in your tummy, and I jumped around all the time and my sister thought you had a kangarooinsideyouandisittrueyouusedtocallmeLittleRoo?" and on and on, ad infinitum. It was good when the Tylenol kicked in and he slowly relaxed. WHEW!!! So, I'll be calling the doctor AGAIN, and probably taking him in this time. And hoping it isn't massively contagious.
He slept in our bed again last night, and this time, he wanted Papa, so I went to sleep in Mr. Manzie's bed. And I discovered two things. One, our son is a very heavy sleeper. Why do I say this? Because the second thing I discovered is... he has a very noisy room! I went in there and got into his comfy little bed, and thought, aaaahhhh, I can SLEEP now.
Ha!
Right!
First, the air conditioner came on. The unit is just outside his room, and it's LOUD. Okay, I adjusted to that. However, that's when I noticed that odd... noise. We've all heard it before for quite some time now. This odd little purring rattle type noise that we thought was his clock radio. It goes off every five minutes, on the dot. I was exhausted and sleep-deprived already, and this just... I could not sleep. Every time I started to drop off...whrrrrr... I'd wake up, frown, turn over, start to drop off and ...whrrrrr... I'd grab the pillow, pull it over my head, stuffing covers in my ears, think, "ah, at last!" and...whrrrrr....
It was maddening!
And then... there were the birds. Some sort of night bird that twittered and chirped ALL FRIGGIN' NIGHT!!! A whole BUNCH of them, squawking, twittering, chirping, and just generally carrying on little bird conversations at the top of their tiny lungs. I think I finally passed out from exhaustion around 4, only to be awakened by the Husbandly One at 6, because that's when I get up and start Mom Duty.
Maybe tonight, I should get a sleeping bag and go SLEEP IN THE CAR!!!
Anyhow, today, I was cleaning the Impossible Son's bedroom, and I finally found out what the whrrrrr noise was. I was on the floor on my hands and knees, reaching under the bed, when the noise went off literally under my ear and I nearly launched into the ceiling! I scrabbled back frantically, because that close, it sounded just like a rattlesnake! And no, Auntie does not want to be near a rattlesnake, no, no, no!!!
It wasn't a rattlesnake. It was a toy truck. A radio control truck that was turned OFF, and the remote has long since gone the way of the dinosaur, disappearing into the mists of time. The battery is obviously very low, and while it can activate, it can't get enough juice to roll the tires, so it just... purrs. DEEE-STUR-BING!!!
Mr. Truck has gone to live in the laundry room, where he can freak out the cats. They're USED to being freaked out.
Some days, I wonder why I even bother to watch TV.
