Monday was awful. Tucker was crying and saying his belly hurt on the way to school so Trent brought him home. After a couple hours I knew he was fine, but it wasn't worth taking him back, since I was going to have to check him out early for his doctor appt with the ENT guy. So I take the kids to my mom's, lay Paisley down and take Tucker to the doctor. He looked in his ears, had him get his hearing tested and looked in his right ear again. He told us that he has fluid behind both eardrums, his right ear drum is retracted and looks unhealthy. Tucker has about 15% hearing loss in his left ear and about 35% in his right. His suggestion, tubes. Again. He said about 1 in 4 kids who has tubes will have a need to get them again. I had no idea. I was thinking about how we haven't even paid for Henry's tubes he got at the end of May. I get to hear from Trent every few days about how the nurse told us it was going to be less than we were billed. He seems to think her estimate was written in stone and signed in blood and that no one can expect us to pay a penny over what she casually told me. Baaa. Well, we want the kid to hear. Trent jokingly asks me if I feel bad now for thinking Tucker was the most terrible listener ever.
We pick up the kids. Tucker has a fit when we leave, as usual. Paisley screams the whole way home and vomits in her seat. To top it off, I scrape the wheel well of my car pulling into the garage which makes Trent so mad that he won't look at me. Since the kids wouldn't eat at Nana's for no good reason, I get to whip up some pancakes.
Tuesday, Tucker cries, says his belly hurts, and we send him to school anyway. He was fine. After Charlotte's preschool I go to Walmart with the 3 kids (we're out of soy milk and I can't put it off any longer). Naps are overdue and it is not fun. Get the kids down only to realize I have to pick Tucker up in 30 minutes. (My carpool partner is out of town.) Kathi comes to the rescue and picks him up and takes him home and lets him play xbox for a while, saving the day! Creepy guy calls. Finally the kids are in bed and I am almost changed to go jogging when Paisley pukes everywhere. I thought I might be able to pull off cleaning her up and still going jogging. No such luck. More puke, more cleaning, more snuggling. I dream of creepy guy breaking in.
This morning, Tucker crying and saying his belly hurts. Charlotte pukes on the floor, while I am trying to get ready for the carpet cleaning guy. Tucker goes to school crying.
The one good thing. I found my camera.