We spent the day in the house not getting to do much of anything outside of it. Instead, Eric and I took Bradley to the store and followed him around the toy aisle. He was pretty cute, he would pick something up and take a look and then put it in the cart, the go find something else to look at, then put it in the cart. Eric and I spent most of the time weeding through the cart. The idea was to find little toys that we can put in his backpack to use by school staff to motivate him to follow directions, go to and return from the bathroom, go to blending and come back. Stuff like that. There is a bunch of little things in his backpack right now, but the problem is that Bradley will get bored with toys and not care about following directions to get them. So now I will empty out his backpack and trade out some new toys and keep the old toys put away for a little while and then swap them out again later. Not sure what else to do.
But my hope of a chance to hang out as a family wasn’t a complete loss. We gathered in the living room to watch some tv together after dinner, so that was good. We’re watching “Hawaii 5-0” because for some reason the girls really like it. I think it’s okay too, but I can only handle so many back to back episodes before I need a break from it, or I won’t want to watch it anymore.
Anyway, in the midst we talked about the concern that dad and I have that Bradley might have hand, foot, and mouth disease. Having been victim to this before, Sydney commented that it is the worst pain. Eric commented back that no, there is much worse pain. “Let me start plugging needles in your nose and we’ll talk about the worst pain you’ve ever had” recounting the painful injections to his nose to get rid of his cancer.
Sydney, “Don’t try to one up my pain.” Then in her best imitation of her dad voice she says “Take a bullet to the stomach and then we’ll talk about pain.”
It took about a second before it hit us all with what she said, but also her delivery and timing...which set us all laughing. Poor Dad immediately went in search of a rescue inhaler because he laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe...but that’s the problem with Dad’s asthma. There have been plenty of nights where we are talking after the kids are in bed and I get him laughing so hard he needs his inhaler and then tells me I’m trying to kill him and collect his life insurance. It’s a bit reassuring that I’m not the only one to do this to poor Eric, he just gets double teamed now between Sydney and I. He never knows when one of us is going to say the right thing with the right timing to set him off and get him laughing so hard he can’t breathe. Poor guy.
Once he could breathe again, we were able to get Bradley a bath and his medicine then into his jammies for the night. He took maybe two seconds to fall asleep tonight, he spent last night sleeping for an hour then waking up and then sleeping for an hour the. Up and so on and so on.... he should have been tired tonight. Definitely no school for him tomorrow, and off to the doc at first chance. We’ll see what happens from there. Poor baby. Just wish he could have shown me the blisters before the doc’s left the office yesterday morning...but oh well...is what it is. We’ll stumble through tonight and then hit it tomorrow.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad night. If only Bradley had been feeling better it would have been a great night. But that’s our life, the good and the bad walking hand and hand.
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