Mommy needs a Valium

Let me preface this post with the fact that I love my child, very very much. With that said, this past weekend was one of those instances where I wanted to run naked through the house screaming "Can we put him back in?" at the top of my lungs.

He whines. He screams. He wants to eat nothing but fruit snacks and watch the awesome insipidness of Mickey Mouse clubhouse and Sponge Bob. Oh, how I hate Cartoon network somedays.

In all fairness, he's sick. I know, I know this now puts my Mommy of the Year award points to -142, but there are few things less fun than staying stuck in the house for 2 days with a cranky, pukey 3 and half year old.

EXCEPT, I am still feeling rather craptasitc myself from the never-ending medical mystery and still winding down from the craziness of trial and such at work. So I'm really not doing much this weekend either. But at least I'm not whiny, snotty or pukey.

I was bad. I left Mike at home with the kid for a few hours on Saturday night while I went to celebrate with some girlfriends who were getting married and having a baby. Not the same person, and not in that order - for the record.

And it was bliss, let me tell ya. 6 lovely pomegranate martinis and chocolate fondue do wonders to erase the pounding headache that spending all day with a 35lb feverish demon child will give you. I almost felt bad. Almost.

And for the record Nugget is feeling better now, though you'd never know it to hear him whine. This morning was a rush to get him up for school, protesting all the way. He has no fever and he is no longer pukey and the rash has begun to fade. Sounds school worthy to me. But he in his oh-so-clever way, has figured out that by acting sick he gets to kind of do whatever he wants. Manipulative little bastard. I heard many choruses of "I'm sick" driving all the way to school, but once he figured out it is a special exercise day at school - all of a sudden, he is fine and dandy.

Godknows I love that child. I do. And I am sooo happy he is feeling better. There is no more helpless feeling in the world than watching my child as he lay, with his over-warm body pressed against my chest, breathing much too rapidly and knowing that all I can do is wait for this to run it's course. I bitch and moan about what a whiny jerk he is when he is sick, but at the same time am both grateful that it is nothing worse than a virus and amazed at the wondrous ability of the human body to heal itself. What a marvelous creature my son truly is.