Update: Ok, folks. I'm waving the proverbial white flag. After three weeks with this cough being various levels from "tight" to "chunky", and having body aches and chills again today (I have a shirt, a sweatshirt, thick socks, long pants, and my gray granny sweater on and my hands are STILL cold), I've decided to call the doctor on Monday. My Mom is sure I have pneumonia. Hubby says it's the Black Plague. I say it's damn annoying... I don't have time for this!
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A couple of posts back, I spoke of the "Bicker Twins." Our 2 year old and our 4 year old. They are 16 months apart in age. Buddy will turn 3 years old next month.
They test me and frazzle me and can, at times, drive me up the wall. Mornings can be one of these times. As I'm trying to get everyone ready for school (and me for work), making sure I don't forget anything, somehow motivating the uninspired (and unhurried) when necessary.
With this cold that we've been sharing here, both littles have a junky cough. Only Buddy needs a nebulizer twice a day in order to get the "junk" out, and keep his lungs clear. I do the nebulizer treatments in the mornings, and again at dinner.
As I've said, mornings can be tricky, especially if the littles are still a bit tired... and they nearly always are because they have trained themselves to get up before Daddy leaves for work (at 5:30am). After we say goodbye to Daddy, I break out the fruit bars and cereal and juice and let them snack for a few minutes. (This is when I do the nebulizer)
It was a morning like any other, Buddy and Sweet Pea were a tad touchy with each other. Buddy was talking to me and Sweet Pea decdided she wanted my attention. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..."
I'm so used to this sort of thing going to a minor shouting match, I could feel myself getting tense.
Then amazing thing happened. Buddy turned to Sweet Pea, held up his hand and said "SweePea. I talk Mommy now. Peas wait fi minna. Den you talk to Mommy."
Translation: Sweet Pea, I'm talking to Mommy now. Please wait five minutes, then you can talk to her.
Then it got better! Sweet Pea said "Ok." and went back to eating her cereal. No fussing. No whining. No bickering.
Wow. I just sat there in awe. That was amazing. I wanted to jump up, clap my hands and yell "Bravo! Bravo! Encore!" Instead, I smiled and commended them on a job well done. "Good taking turns and listening to each other guys! Very good!"
They never cease to amaze me, these little clowns.