Saturday, 8 p.m.: Anthony goes to bed.
Saturday, 9 p.m.-11:30 p.m.: Anthony coughs incessantly.
Sunday, 1 a.m.-2 a.m.: Cough, cough, cough. Cough.
Sunday 2:05 a.m.: Administer doctor-prescribed cough medicine (no we don't just drug the kid up with Vicks).
Sunday, 2:30 a.m.: Accept the fact that someone (OK, everyone) is wide awake. Take Anthony downstairs to play as playing is preferable to screaming.
Sunday, 4:45 a.m.: Cough, cough. Hack, Hack. Wonder if there is toxic mold in nursery. Also consider possibility that Anthony is sneaking off behind the changing table at day care to smoke a pack a day of Marlboro Reds.
Sunday, 6:30 a.m.: One member of the family (I'll let you guess who...) is wide awake and ready to rock and roll, albeit coughing. Consider suggesting he at least switch to Marlboro Lites.
Sunday, 4 p.m.: Acknowledge that coughing is not improved and sending child to day care the next day (week?) is pipe dream.
Sunday, 4:05 p.m.: Call Grandma Char with a desparate plea for help.
Sunday 6 p.m.: Grandma Char agrees to provide Nanny 911 services.
Sunday, 6:05 p.m.: Plane tickets are booked. Day is saved.
Sunday, 8 p.m.: Anthony goes to bed.
Monday, 6:30 a.m.: Anthony wakes up.
Wait a minute...where was the coughing? The hacking? The sleepless night? The reason someone agreed to drop everything and travel 1,500 miles to bail us out?
It's kind of like when your car is making a funny noise, so you take it to the mechanic, and all of a sudden it's running like a well-oiled machine and the mechanic thinks you're just a dumb blonde. Or when you throw out your back and finally make a doctor's appointment and jump out of bed that morning feeling like a million bucks and everyone accuses you of being a hypochondriac.
I guess this just means I'll have to watch Anthony like a hawk from now on, because apparently he is crafty enough to plot and carry out an elaborate ruse so that he can see his grandma.
And to hide all those packs of cigarettes from us...
2 comments:
Hmmmm,, could it be that Anthony and Grandma Char are in cahoots on this thing,, a clever little ruse...from the sly little grin,seems very possible..oh were is Inspector Cousteau????Investigation!!!
Way to go, Anthony! I love it. I always knew you had to be a clever little rascal. Trouble is everyone is on to that, now you'll have to invent a new plot. I am sure you will. LOL. But yes, Kelly, that is always the way.They will do anything to show you up it seems. Your timing is just off I guess. It is great that Grandma Char is available and can come on the run like that. Not too many people can do that especially with that many miles. She is the best. I am glad that he is better. Seems you hear everywhere of all this hitting already. Going to be a long season I am afraid. Anthony, you are so cute. Love you all. Shirley
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