It’s nearly four in the morning. I almost wrote mourning. I guess that’s how my body feels. It’s mourning the loss of a regular nights sleep.
SuperChic started being really grouchy Tuesday evening, the 12th. By about 2am she had a fever. It’s made itself a pretty constant 103 degree companion. Along with a cough. At least shes not vomiting.
Today she went to the doctor. They listened to her breathe, checked her temperature (102.1), ears, eyes, nose, and checked her O2 levels and pulse. Everything but her temp and O2 levels were fine.
What is with us and low O2 levels lately? Hers were low enough that I have to take her for a chest x-ray tomorrow. No, I don’t know what they were, I forgot to ask. I was trying to keep her from moaning in pain, and making sure I knew what meds she was going to be on. (Tylenol, Ibuprofen, and cough syrup).
The poor thing hasn’t been able to move more than a few inches without moaning, except when she actually takes the Tylenol and such, then she runs around the house and wants to play in the sprinklers. Either way, I’m not getting much sleep.
It’s worse than when she was a baby. Then she at least slept for four hours in a row. Now, I’m lucky if I get 20 minutes before she needs her water, requires sitting up and reaching; a tissue, requires rolling over since the box is between us ion the bed, or she has to go to the bathroom, which means I have to flip the light swiutdh ths=at is about eight inches from the top of her head.
Have I mentioned that she’ll wake up at 2am and want to play with kittens. Yeah, and their on my bed, sleeping. So even if she’s feeling better I still don;t get any sleep.
I really thought that these days were behind me. I checked the manual and sleepless nights were supposed to end years ago. Apparently a new edition was issued and I wasn’t on the mailing list. Go figure.
They really need to update their mailing list every once in a while, you know. It covered a lot of the baby and toddler stuff, it even mentions things about teenagers, in general. It does not however mention tweenagers, and they are so much worse. Mood swings, acne, body odor, long showers, back talk, and interest in the opposite sex. Oh yes, I did go there.
I thought I had at least a few more years until Rapunzel would start to be boy crazy, and in a way she isn’t, and in another way she is. She’s “dating” I, a guy she’s known since third grade. He’s a great kid, really. He gets good grades, and is a nerd/geek whatever they call them. They even danced together at the winter dance, when they found out that they liked each other. I can handle that as long as they aren’t interested in anything else. Rapunzel still thinks that she won’t ever kiss a guy besides her Daddy. I hope to keep it that way for a while longer. Though if you want to see her blush ask her how I is doing.
My next complaint about the manual is that it doesn’t break down personality types. I never would have imagined that I would end up with a diva princess. I know that she’s had her own ideas about what she liked and didn’t like from about two years old, but I never expected it to erupt into fits of, “I’m NOT wearing that!!!” and stomping out of the room at seven. She refuses to wear pants, even if it’s 40 degrees outside. She can only wear her hair in a ponytail on certain days, she even coordinates what kind of clothes she’s going to wear with her friends. Heaven forbid that what she wants, no NEEDS, to wear isn’t clean.
The melt downs are so horrible that I have given in. I am the parent who lets their child go out in the rain in shorts and flip-flops with a heavy coat. I am the parent that cringes when the child appears dressed for school with her hair “done;” and still lets them out the door and into the car where I willing drive them to school and subject others to the horror that is SuperChic’s fashion sense, but at least I’m not being yelled at.
At least they don’t hate me, yet. Though I ‘m sure some other parents might. I’m the one the kids say, “but HER mom lets her do it.” Yeah, you know the one.
It’s me.
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