I have had some otherwordly virus this week that morphed into a sinus infection that caused me to be actively teaching about something in class and the running dialogue in my head was …
I feel like shit. Like shit. Oh I don’t feel good. I feel like shiiiiiit.
So I was present, but I’m not confident that a lot of good quality education went on this week. I thought about taking a sick day but I never seemed quite sick enough for that. Instead, on Thursday I dug out an old unused anitibiotic and started taking it in massive quantities. Thank God for pharmaceuticals.
Today is the first day I am beginning to feel like myself which is good because Nephew is back from his three day sojourn at camp with his class and I’m Referee in Chief between him and Wunderkind.
I get it. Wunderkind can be supremely annoying. Especially if you are the beloved. The object of his attention and affection. And if you are new in this house, congratulations, you are the beloved. He will be on you like a tick and you will have no respite from his three year old shenanigans.
But, the African way seems to be to beat the living crap out of the younger thus firmly establishing the pecking order of oldest to youngest and I’m not too into that. When my husband’s family visited this summer they brought three cousins with them ages 4 – 8. Wunderkind lost his ever loving mind during their 9 day visit and literally beat the shit out of the four year old girl every chance he got. I spent the visit scooping him up, running for time out, and secluding him in our bedroom. His auntie came and thought she solved the problem by telling Wunderkind, “You all are cousins. You will learn to love each other. It is not my concern if you hit each other from sun up to sun down, I don’t want to hear about it.”
Fix the problem? I call that adding fuel to the fire because to Wunderkind, that sure sounded like PERMISSION, AUNTIE.
Now to say the tables are turned on Wunderkind would be an understatement. Cousin is 11 years older, twice as tall, and twice as heavy. I’ve had to explain to Nephew the proper way to get Wunderkind off his back and the consequences of not obeying to Wunderkind. I have been setting guidelines for behavior – chores for Nephew, NO DAMN BITING, new rules for Wunderkind (If Nephew’s door is shut, stay OUT.), and for God’s sake Nephew do not feed the allergic Wunderkind ANYTHING unless you ask me first.
As for Daddy W., he finally got the hint that I was SICK GODDAMMIT and handled dinner for the kids last night by ordering pizza. He could have ordered strippers for all I cared, I just wanted to sleep in peace. Today, he rewarded himself by taking off and going to the libary to “study.”
I’ll bet he’s napping. I know I would be.