We survived the great ice storm of ’09.
Luckily, we didn’t lose electricity and for that I am oh, so grateful. The ice was really beautiful. Everthing was encased in a large layer of ice and looked like a fairy tale.
I was about to put Farm Chick’s mug on the back of a milk carton but I then found out she was roughin’ it Little Prairie style and cooking on the wood stove. She’s so resourceful.
Ella came down with the croupy cough/how in the crap does your body make that much snot/Sahara fever illness. A quick trip to the pediatrician before the ice started got us a snazzy little prescription for cough medicine.
Now, you can all say what you want to…but if you have or ever had kids who didn’t sleep, a little sleepy time cocktail cough suppressant is your best friend. And since I haven’t slept all night for the last 820 nights, I was praying it would do the trick.
Alas, God has a sense of humor.
I told the nurse about the prescription of anti-histamines I was giving Wonder Nut. We see the doctor and get the golden ticket to sandman land and off we go.
Bedtime comes and I give the anti-histamine and the cough syrup and it is at that time that I look at the ingredients on the anti-histamine. They are the same. Holy crap!
I panic and try to get her to spit it out but she has already sucked it down like a Jello shot like a little sister pledge a frat party.
I call our pediatrician (Fabulous) and tell her what I did and how I should have known better being a nurse and all and I’m spazzing out and breaking out in a cold sweat….and she starts laughing. An evil laugh…and says, “You know, this ain’t gonna make her sleep…it’s gonna make her stay up ALL night.”
It was far worse than that. She would lay down and try to go to sleep and then sit straight up in the bed and yell nonsense like, “Can’t find my bologna in the DVD” or “Me pee pee in the Kool-Aid.”
So ladies, let this be a lesson to you. Be sure the nurse AND the doctor know all your kids medications or you will get home and deal with a toddler strung out like the guy at the Banshee party in college when he striped naked, took a roll of toilet paper and stuck it in his butt cheeks, proceeded to light it on fire and jump off the Rugby house. He thought the mosh pit would catch him…they didn’t…and it was horrifying and hilarious.
Those nights are entertaining when your 21 and can sleep all day but brutal when your 36 and employed.