The Drug Queen, the Drama King and a Perfect Prince?

The Drug Queen...not Drag Queen! I'm feeling good...I think! I've pretty much kicked this nasty sinus stuff out of my system. Well, it still lingers, but I'm on the mend. The only drugs I'm currently taking are those prescribed by my doctor, so I have faith they are for my benefit. Unfortunately, of the antibiotic, the decongestant and the nasal spray that she gave me, the decongestant supply ran out sometime on Tuesday, it was a sample supply. It was a 12-hour tablet, which I took faithfully, as I would plug up quickly before the next dose was due. Now that it's gone, I can tell it was really helping me....as I lay awake at 4 a.m. listening to the crackling of my sinus cavities...trying to breathe. I was told that this decongestant is the same as Claritin, only a stronger prescribed version, and that I could go out and purchase the regular Claritin OTC if needed. Hmm, does it look like I have "sneezing, runny nose, itchy, watery eyes, itchy throat or nose"????? ZIPPO! I have NONE of those symptoms...so why do I need this??? What is in it that's helping my plugged up, painful congested face??? I don't get it. I have no desire (YET!) to try it out. The antibiotic smells like rotten eggs and makes me gag everytime I have to open its container. So, as I try not to gag while taking it, it even floats to the roof of my mouth before I gain enough muscle control to swallow the dang thing. Gross! I have PLENTY of that left. I guess it's keeping things clear for now. Blech!

The Drama King. Donovan? Nooooo??? Yep, he turned into some terrible monster last night. Whoa-nelly! First, let me say that Donovan has been so stinkin' cute lately. His vocabulary is expanding and he's being much more vocal and social. It doesn't matter that only I understand him or only I can carry on conversations with him. It's quite fun! He loves to asks questions on the way home...."Daddy?", "Papa?", "Gamma?"...once I tell him where those people are, he'll reply, "oh!". And he's satisfied with it! He loves to play with his Dad and gets excited when he walks in the door or gets down to wrestle on the floor. He's been vocal with the Power Ranger-type "hyah's" as he tackles his Dad. The latest sing-along in my car in the morning is Gwen Stefani's "Sweet Escape". He's a riot! He's very smart too. Lately, he'll pull up a step stool or chair to get to what he wants. During the weekend he grabbed a spray bottle of carpet cleaner to test on the floors, cabinets, the bed, etc. Maybe he'll be the clean one? Just yesterday, he also helped out at daycare to vacuum the floor...oh how proud he was! Sharon has an old, over-the-shoulder type Oreck vacuum, that Donovan couldn't wait to get his hands on. She let him haul it around for nearly 30 minutes, using the hose to suck things up, etc. I really don't think it was on, but that didn't matter to him. He proudly showed everyone his butterfly stamp on his hand for his hard work. Turkey! He's been so "springy" on his feet, flitting about the house with his stuffed animals and such. BUT, he does have a bad side... he's been known to hit his older brother a few times. Sure, Dominic probably deserved it and Donovan was just giving his opinion, but this has cause quite a few scuttles between the two.

At dinner last night, okay, at Rudy and my dinner, Donovan insisted that we hang his artwork on the wall (a scribbled attempt at coloring Snoopy). I get the tape for him to put on the picture. Well, the fact that I put it on the picture was a bad thing I guess. He attempted to get the tape off, thus ripping a good size wedge off the top of the sheet. Done. I took the piece of tape along with the torn off piece and threw it away. OH MY-LANTA!!! What had I done? Donovan was NOT happy. I got him a new piece of tape, we tried to hang it on the wall, he cried. I took it off the wall, he cried. I took the tape and folded it over so that it just stuck on the paper, he cried. What did I do? What DIDN'T I do? He kept looking in the trash for the other piece. I had really crumpled it up...there's no reviving it. He wasn't going to budge. Rudy shipped him off into his room. I finished my dinner and decided it was time for Donovan to go to bed. It was only 20 minutes until regular bedtime anyway, but I couldn't take it anymore and perhaps, that's why I have my headache today? So, there you have it...Drama King in the house!

Dominic. My perfect prince? Pfft. He's so proud of himself and reminds us that he's been good everyday at school and that when Saturday comes around we can get him "Set E" (some Power Ranger set he obviously doesn't have yet). We keep telling him he has to be good for a really long time and besides, Santa needs a list of stuff he wants for Christmas. So yesterday, I ask him if he was good at school, blah, blah, blah...and if he got a "card pulled". He replied softly, "yes". I asked him what for, but he wouldn't tell me. He says, "he can't remember". Luckily, the weekly report came home today, so I'd be finding out the details soon enough. Apparently he needs to work on "following directions"; and the "white card" incident was because he and a classmate decided to crawl around on the floor instead of participating with the rest of the class sitting on the floor. Hard time following directions? Aren't all men like that? Dominic is a very sensitive kid...it drives his dad nuts. And so, he's a "mama's boy"! He always will be. He's pretty clever lately too. To avoid any strict punishment, his response to mishaps that happen around the house is, "it was an accident!". He'll blurt out this statement before I even have a chance to react to the situation. Perhaps being sent to his room is not a fun thing to do. I don't blame him...it's a mess in there!

So there you have it. Now that I'm feeling human again, I hope to be making some ventures out of the house. Saturday we'll have Dominic's soccer game and celebrate Papa Gertie's birthday. Dominic will have a busy week next week going to the Pumpkin Patch with his class, pizza night for soccer, picture day, pajama day...it never ends!