I had a shitty day today. I can't lie. Without getting too specific, because I don't know what's going on yet, my boy needs to see a specialist for some facial tics he has going on. Could be something, could be nothing. But it sucks because your mind goes to dark places and I just... worry.
On a lighter note, we were discussing colors in the car. I >told him I wasn't a big fan of yellow. His response. "But the sun is a big fan of yellow."
Then tonite he asked his father, "Papa, do you like big knockers?" Rex indicated in the affirmative. After that, Stink touched his own boobs and stated, "I have tiny knockers."
I figured after that remark I would at least go to bed laughing. But then after prayers tonight, Stink mentioned that when he grew up he wanted to be a daddy like his papa. Then I cried some more.
I'm sick of crying. I think I'll go watch South Park and chuckle at fart jokes with Rex. (And secretly hope that when Stink mentions being like Papa, he's talking about the computer/car fixing aspects as opposed to the gas passing juvenile aspects.)
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I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it turns out to be nothing. But it is so hard not to worry until you know for sure.
At least the farts (jokes and real) are a good distraction from the more serious things in life! It's good to be able to laugh, even if things aren't perfect. :-) Best of luck with the specialist.
not much is harder than the waiting to see if something ails your child. Mine came into my bedroom tonight and said "Mommy, i'm sick. Will you make me some tea?"
There is some comfort in being able to at least do that.
I like that you are commenting on the comments. It feels like a nicer discussion. :)
Sending good thoughts for your son, he is such a bright, funny boy. Thinking of you.
Prayers for you guys from me. Thanks for the "knocker" laugh.
You and Stink and Pip and Rex are all going to be fine. You have each other, and that is a huge blessing if ever there was one. ;-)
p.s Who farted? hahha
Thanks, Pam. As someone who deals with medical issues, I'm sure you went through the same things I am going through: fear, interest, and then the "we're going to kick this... whatever it is". Waiting is hardest.
Erin, I am worrying less now. I am finding out more and more that ticks are a pretty normal part of childhood. My sisterinlaw was super helpful in this dept - has seen them quite a bit. It might just be stress related. An MRI or Catscan will rule out stuff.
Princess, the fart jokes will never go away. In fact, Stink's favorite new joke "What did one butt say to the other? You crack me up."
Amisare - the boob jokes do indeed amuse me to no end. Until Stink's kicked out of Catholic preschool for asking if the Virgin Mary had big knockers.
Anonymous - thanks for the wishes. I'd be more specific, but I have no idea who you are.
Oh Honey, hugs to you. Big hugs. And try not to worry to much. The worrying will not change anything. Your son will be fine as long as he always knows that he is loved. You know that.
Hang in and let me know if there is anything that I can do to help.
Your tall friend in Maine.
In answer to your question, yes the work is mine. Thanks.
One Tall Mama - We're doing better. I've been doing a lot of praying, talking and, never to be underestimated, emotional eating. Thanks.
Pam, I'll say it again... your work ROCKS. I'm thinking ALS stands for Artistic Loving Shitkicker, because that's what you are.
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