My parenting fail, I fell asleep in the emergency department

I fell asleep in the emergency department.
I fell asleep in the emergency department

Yesterday out daughter wasn’t feeling all too well, so our family physician suggested we take her to the local emergency department. Since hubby was at work, the eldest dropped her and I off at the hospital. She saw a doctor quite quickly, but that doctor felt it was necessary for middle child to see a specialist, so we found ourselves a seat and plunked our butts down for a long wait. At first I tried to read my book, but middle child wanted to chat so I put the book away. Of course though, as soon as I did that, she changed her mind about chatting.

Now the emergency room was full of quite a few people, plus there was an elderly man laying down on a gurney, attached to a machine that emitted a regular monotone beep. It wasn’t late in the day at all, it was around four o’clock in the afternoon but that monotone beep seemed to be all I needed for me to start to fall asleep. According to middle child my chin would slowly fall down to my chest and then all of a sudden I would jerk up awake and say “what”. This went on for about twenty minutes. She surprisingly didn’t become all too frustrated with me, instead she sent a text to her sister saying that ‘mom needed to be replaced because she keeps falling asleep’. So next thing I knew, I was being sent outside to wait for my husband so we could do the ‘parent switcheroo’. It didn’t seem to matter that he had just finished a shift at work, because he was far better at staying awake than I, who had been home all day not doing a whole heck of a lot.

Note: middle child was seen by a specialist a few hours later, checked over, given a prescription to make her all better, and I had a lovely rest at home.

The things we do for our kids

I was reading Ned Hickenson’s blog earlier today about That time I organized an escaped hamster posse, which made me think of the things we do for our kids. Now his daughter had a hamster, well mine had a rat, courtesy of my sister. This was a lab rat, so he really wasn’t used to being handled, and had a tendency to bite you if you weren’t careful. He preferred his cage over us and pizza crusts.

We had the rat for about a year or two, when he started to develop these nasty tumors on his skin. The first time I took him to the vet, I was told they could remove them but most likely the tumors would return, and then I would have to make a more serious decision. We decided to let the vet remove the tumors, and basically hoped for the best. Well it was a few months later, the tumors reappeared, and this time, there were lots, so a decision was made to put the poor guy asleep since there was no real treatment, and he was now pretty much covered with them.

Being a big suck though, I decided we would lie to our kids. Not my most proudest parenting moment, but I was just not ready to tell our two girls, mommy is having the rat killed put down. So I took the rat to the vet, and when I came home without him, I lied. For years this worked, the girls believed he had died naturally. Eventually though, I couldn’t keep listening to them tell a story that wasn’t true, so I sucked it up, and told them the truth. Surprisingly they weren’t mad that I had put himĀ asleep, I guess because they knew in their heart how ill he was, they were more upset that mom had lied.

Now there are parents out there right now, who are saying “OMG, how could you lie”. Well, I don’t have an answer, I just couldn’t tell them the truth at that moment.

Conversations with the teenage boy

The teenage boy dressed as a mime
On Facebook:

The teenage boy: Fuuuuucking hell, fire in Keuhner. (The residence where the teenage boy lives while attending university).

Mom: Oh my goodness, is everyone okay? And you son?

The teenage boy: I had to fireman carry out Ryan, so I’m a little smoked and exhausted. My leg hurts; I had to kick down Ryan’s door.

Ryan: Thank you teenage boy for saving my life.

Mom: What?

Switch to BBM:

Mom: Is what you just said on Facebook true?

The teenage boy: Yeah

Mom: OMG. Did they check you out?

The teenage boy: Yeah, I’m getting a scholarship from the university npw (npw = no problem whatsoever)

Mom: Phone me

The teenage boy: Oh god you’re fun in the morning.

Switch back to Facebook:

Mom: Please do not screw with mom’s brain early in the morning.

Mom: The brain is not working at 100% today, no sleep & loads of pain today. Grocery shopping will not happen.

The teenage boy: So, the usual, eh. Thinking mom: Thanks for the support son.

Mom: I have completely misplaced two brand new red pillowcases. I am thinking I possibly hid them somewhere when I was sleep walking.

The teenage boy: Maybe they’re on the pillows already. Dun dun duuuun! *plot twist*

Mom: I found the missing red pillow cases son, apparently I only have two, not four as I was thinking. Mystery solved.

The teenage boy: Looks like old age is really affecting your math skills.

Mom: I like to believe it is all the stress you cause me. hashtag #TeenageBoyWorrying