It’s back to school time. Crash is now in 3rd grade. Amazing. Where has the time gone. It wasn’t that long ago he was just starting primary (kindergarten for those of you in the US). Now, Bang is in pre-school three days a week. Both kids in school. How did we get here?
However we got here, here we are. I know it’s back to school time. I don’t need a calendar to know that, either. I can see it on their faces. It’s dripping from their little noses. Their noses are normally so cute I could kiss them, too. I won’t go near those noses without a meaty layer of Kleenex (aloe infused, at that) between us. They haven’t even been in school for a full week, yet!
Crash’s first week of school was only two days long. That was right before Labor Day weekend. His second week of school was only four days because of Labor Day. Bang didn’t start until last Wednesday and he had just two days of school. But here they both are with colds, full of snot, and probably on the verge of being feverish. *knock on wood* (I really hope not because Bang is supposed to be going to the sitter’s house for the first time tomorrow and I won’t send him with a fever).
I wish there was a use for snot. I’ve got two factories running full time here. I could bottle it, sell it, and make a fortune! I’m sure it could be used as bio-diesel or rubber cement or butter substitute. Unfortunately, there seems to be no need for it when it’s outside of their bodies. So I’ll just keeping blowing their cute little noses and throwing it away because it’s certainly not going to be me who finds a use for that stuff.
Both kids, Crash and Bang, have colds. Only Crashes is WAY worse. Judging by his moaning last night at bedtime I wasn’t sure he would survive the night. He also chose the hottest pair of pajamas he owns – fleece footed pajamas. He was told he’d get too hot, but like many sevenagers, he just had to wear them because mom and dad don’t know what they’re talking about. Apparently he didn’t believe us because Mr. Stubborn wore them anyway. He wasn’t in bed 5 minutes when he was up telling us he couldn’t sleep.
Literally, it was 5 minutes. My nose is running like a tap, he told us. I’m too hot. Go blow your nose we told him. Change your pajamas. (See? I told you so!) He’s horrible at blowing his nose and I have no idea why. It makes no sense to us. He barely gives a puff that might put out a candle and he expects that to be enough. We just can’t get him to put any effort into it. He can’t wait for his cold to be gone? Neither can we!
Bang, the threenage, on the other hand, is genuinely ill. Tired, stuffy head, wheezy, snot dripping out of his nose every time he sneezes kind of sick. I’d say cranky, but he’s that most days. Last night, DW propped him up to sleep and that seemed to help significantly. He only woke once or twice through night because he fell off his props and got cold when he became uncovered. They both have doctor appointments this afternoon so she can listen to their chest and check their throats and ears to make sure there’s nothing going on there.
Now I’m going to take them out to get some fresh air and clear their heads.
How are your little ones when they get colds? Do they handle it well or does it become a “man cold”?