After 2 days of fever off and on, and after the night of no sleep (that was yesterday), I decided it was time for a dr’s visit. I can handle crying,I can handle the occasional whining (I mean I have 3 kids under the age of 6, it kinda comes with the territory) but really, she has been whining since I came home from class last night.
The whining is too much. There are no tears. She has too be exhausted. I am exhausted. My boys will get a prize for their good behavior. But oh, the whining. The last time I heard so much whining, well I am not allowed to discuss that on this blog anymore, but for those that follow me, you know what I am talking about (wink wink)
So after deciding that there must be something wrong, other than being an over-tired toddler, I took Ms. Whiny McWhinster (aka, my daughter) to the Dr. Well, surprise surprise, she has bronchitis. Lovely. Now I feel like a total turd because while I was assuming that she was just being spoiled, she was actually sick. I mean I KNOW she had fever, but she’s like that. She gets fever. Most of the time it is for a new tooth, or nothing major. But of course today, she was sick. Of course I thought that the meds would be the fix all that I needed, but OH MY GOSH, the whining did not stop. I swear she has this sensor that tells her AS SOON AS I FALL INTO THAT GOOD SLEEP (anyone that is a parent knows what I am talking about) and then it starts all over again.
Quiet has fallen in my little apartment and I am hoping and praying that I get a few hours before it starts all over again. I have officially declared my house a no whining zone (at least until tomorrow)