We just had a wonderful and perfect summer weekend full of sunshine, BBQ and family time. We even had an impromptu Sunday night family dinner with my sister and her 2-year old twins. We couldn’t have asked for a happier time.
Of course, it’s now Monday morning and my husband tells me that I slept through some heavy “bathroom drama” that went all all night long. Apparently my 4 year old son was up several times last night asking for water, cuddles from dad, and repeatedly headed to the bathroom for some, ahem, “unloading.”
When my 6 month old and I awoke this morning, my 4 year old looked pretty sick. Like any mother, I worried, and rushed to feel his forehead, take his temperature, rub his belly, etc. Sadly, the bathroom drama continued.
My husband and I went through scenarios of the past weekend: what did he eat? Was anyone else sick that could have passed a bug to him? What happened at summer camp last week? We determined that nothing was out of the ordinary.
Alas, the decision was made for him to stay home from summer day camp this morning. Truthfully, I wasn’t looking forward to spending my day dealing with the “bathroom habits” of both my 4 year old while simultaneously dealing with a 6 month old in diapers! So, when my husband left, I chugged my second coffee, took a deep breath and started the day.
It hasn’t been pretty. I won’t go into details. I’m just thankful the 2 boys went down for a nap at the same time so that I can have a few moments of peace (and write this!). Well, my phone just rang. “How sweet,” I say to myself. My husband checking in on me and the boys. He checked in, all right. But then proceeded to say: ” I think I might know why our big boy is sick.” Really. Let’s have it.
Apparently, yesterday afternoon, when I was in resting with the baby, he took our big guy to the corner store to fulfill his ice cream craving, and may have shared a little. Ok. We all have those cravings.
But then I remembered at our family dinner a few hours later, we gave the kids ice cream after dinner. That’s okay, it’s summer, all kids deserve a treat.
Then husband says: ” He may have had his share of ice cream, and may have finished his cousin’s portion too.” I tried to remember the servings. Yep, they were pretty big. It was determined that my 40-pound 4 year old, probably had the equivalent to 3 adult-sized ice cream cones in the span of 4 hours. Lovely.
So yes, my husband confessed to it all and says he’ll be home early tonight, and “what would I like for take-out for dinner, dear?” Right. I’m now thinking of ways that I can milk this one. (And why not? Don’t I deserve it?) Happy Monday, all!
