The Queen's Rambles

Erik was so tired last night that he fell asleep about five minutes after Mike put him to bed. I was really surprised when I heard Mike yelling for help about twenty minutes later.

Erik had totally peed all over his bed and was running around in circles, spraying everything in his room. He was completely zoned out and unaware that anything was happening. This is a very rare occurrence and I can only chalk it up to the vaccinations. He was running a fever, so I think he was just not feeling well.

Mike got him to sleep in the guest bed, but the guest bed is on risers and not exactly safe for a totally zoned out child. Erik has only fallen out of bed once, but we decided not to risk it. Mike brought the child into our bed so Erik could sleep with me and Mike was going to sleep in the guest bed. Good plan. I didn’t want to sleep with Erik, but at least there would be room to spread out.

In the ten minutes he’d been in the guest bed he had totally soaked it as well.

This time I took control of the situation and put him on the potty. I don’t recall him drinking much of anything yesterday, but he peed like a racehorse. Thankfully he managed to make it through the night without peeing in our bed or we’d really have had a problem. As it was, I made him sleep on towels and took him to the potty two different times. Usually he is completely self-sufficient at night.

Anyway!

Don’t you love hearing about pee problems?

So this morning the kid was on fire. I was supposed to pick up some stuff for a MOMS Club open house, but I couldn’t get Erik to wake up. I called every person on my list of contacts and finally reached someone who could pick up the things I was in charge of.

Thus began our day of incarceration.

It was so gorgeous out and all I wanted to do was go outside, but Erik was feverish and lethargic until late in the afternoon. I didn’t even send him to preschool, which was killing me but you can’t send a feverish kid to preschool. Even if you could, I wouldn’t send my sick baby there no matter how annoying it was to sit inside and watch Robot Repairman Austin run around crying that robots never break down. I want to send that little flippin’ backyardigan a package full of cylons.

Later, we spent hours playing with play-doh. I am so not cut out to be a good artsy-fartsy play mama. It is so booooooring to sit there and press out snakes and hamburger patties. Which, by the why, the Play Doh Burger Builder must have been designed by someone with a grudge against his OCD mother. There is no way to clean around the extruder. Very annoying. Also, if you click on that link, I want to know who in the name of God’s green earth would pay almost fifty bucks for a stupid play doh toy! I paid $9.99 at Wal-Mart.

I really am glad he is willing to play with play doh for so long instead of begging to watch TV, but I have a really short attention span. Later, he spend a good deal of time “experimenting” with washable paint and bowls of water. I was getting mad at Mike for giving him so much water, but I should have known better. Why would Mike have to give him water when he can get it himself from the fridge door?

We did finally go outside for a much needed respite for an hour this afternoon. He finally perked up and had some bike races with another boy down the street. Happily, the other little boy is a lot nicer than Erik and every time Erik would demand to know “Did I win?” the other boy would tell him yes. It could have gotten ugly very fast, but the other little boy wasn’t very competitive. Maybe because he has a little brother just fifteen months younger than him?

And that concludes this exciting report from the trenches. I hope tomorrow is much better.