Not my best day.

Shucks!  It has only been one week and I am going off my schedule!!!!  Dangit.  Honestly, I am not terribly surprised....  the good news is I got all the posts that I wanted to get done, this is just a bonus! (Yay!)  The bad news is because I am feeling badly this morning and I think writing about it will make me feel better. (Boo!)

My adorable, destructive, no concern for his personal well being daredevilish, sweet, little angel son is sick.  Now, I am not a worrier by nature, my mom takes care of all of that for me, but I think sometimes I go too far in the other direction.  I feel like I tend to be so optimistic that I sometimes lose sight of reality or I ignore things that don't fit into my idea of what 'should' be happening.  This is the WORST when it adversely affects my babies...

Remember last week how I told you that my kiddos were sick?  Well I didn't take them to the doctor because I am not the mom who runs to the doctor every time my kid sneezes.  However, the two small ones had well checks last week and turns out Kurtis has a (pretty intense) double ear infection.  I had mentioned to the pediatrician that I was concerned about K's hearing and speech early in the appointment.  She is now thinking that this poor child has probably had a severe infection for some time and probably has had chronic ear infections.  Meaning, I have neglected my child's health care and now he is suffering because of it.

I know, I know... this is not a HUGE deal and I am making WAY more out of it than I should.  And to be fair, this kid has the world's highest pain tolerance (he doesn't even flinch when they do finger sticks and makes one shout out when he gets a shot).  Really my only clues to the infections are his hearing, speech and cold, but still!  I am not feeling like the world's greatest mom right now.  The two year old is waking up every  5 hours or so and asking for ear drops.... My kid, who doesn't sit still for ANYTHING, will bring me his ear drops, lay his head on my lap and say please over and over.  It is heartbreaking.

It reminds me of the time I thought my other son's giant cavity was a piece of food and I dug a toothpick in there day after day trying to get it out.  The expression on the dentists face when I told him what I had done was pure horror.  Not winning mother of the year here...