There's just no escape from the bodily fluids

Well, it wasn't quite the greeting I expected when I got home from work today, but I'm not surprised.  I walked in to hearing Mr W's exasperated voice talking to Ryan in the bathroom...and Ryan was puking, of course, Mr W's favorite child malady.  (He's a sympathetic puker, so puke duty usually falls to me--I wonder sometimes how a man that can cart drunks around in his car to the station can manage to not toss his cookies when they do but can barely make it through the cleanup when one of the kids does it.)

I take over, and clean up the little guy, eyeing Mr W, who looks a little green in the gills.  Hey, I don't need the two of them to go at the same time so I make him sit down.  It's time for his nap anyway, lol.  He says he's mentioned to Nolan that he's gonna talk to him later about being up all night.  Yessiree, the boy was our resident insomniac again, inconveniencing the grown ups in the house.  No way both of us can concentrate on the task at hand when you never know if he's just gonna come running in.  It was a weird kind of showdown, what with us closing his door and him opening it. "I need to use the bathroom."  "I heard a noise."  "I need a drink."  I need a drink after all that.  Finally, we just gave up.  He won the round.

I am wondering what's up with him.  Hmm.  I decide we need to have a little talk.  Really, that's all I intended, to kind of ask him what was bothering him, or if he needed to get something off his chest.  Honestly.  I was thinking that maybe something might be causing him to be afraid to fall asleep.  Ding!  The light bulb goes on in my head.  Maybe he's noticing that he's having um, night time wood, and it's bothering him because he doesn't understand why.  The little talk I intended to have with him about insomnia and our privacy suddenly becomes THE TALK and I wasn't really expecting it.

I didn't go into extreme detail--no flowcharts or diagrams this time, lol.  I painted the picture with broad strokes so we (hey, his Dad is so not off the hook here) can fill it in some more later.  Simple, but informational and reassuring.  I guess the point I was really trying to hammer home was that he could come to me or his Dad at any time with any question and that we would always tell him the truth, even if it required a minute or two of collecting ourselves first.  I told him that he'd probably be hearing all kinds of information from his buddies at some point in the future, and that it may not always be accurate, but that the information we would give him would always be, so he should always, always, feel he could come to us.  I managed to get it all out without major interruptions, without embarassing him, and without blushing.

He looked relieved when we were done talking.  He was probably relieved that I stopped talking.

"But Mom," he says, as I brace myself for his question, "I had trouble sleeping last night because my room was too hot."

OOHH.  Guess I jumped the gun a bit, huh?  Oops.

 And now that I'm done with the 'serious parenting' part of my day, I can move on to the:

Saturday Six - Episode 44

 

1. What one song or melody can make you smile even when you're having a rotten day?

I have to admit that I'm a closet Madonna fan, but her song "Holiday" always means that I smile and crank it up.

2. What are your plans for the day?  How much of it do you think you'll actually accomplish?

Work.  Come home and put out any fires.  Haircut.  Laundry.  Some housecleaning.  Let's see, I have been to work and back; you've just read about the fires I put out; my haircut is in an hour; and I've started the laundry but not the housecleaning.  Not bad for a Saturday, considering. 

3. What television show do you most enjoy watching when you're all alone and can devote your complete attention to it?

Hmm, the fact I can't just name one makes me thinkI watch too much t.v. but here goes:  Desperate Housewives (when we are home and I remember it's on); all the CSI's (even the reruns in syndication); House (love it); and Six Feet Under/Sopranos (when they are actually on--sheesh how much longer do I have to wait?) 

4. What was the last thing you remember arguing with someone about?

Oh, wow.  Mr W doesn't argue much (so aggravating) so I wind up ranting to him, and it's usually about housework (aka the "laundry doesn't fold itself so stop watching JAG and help me out, you idiot" rant.  I don't do it often.  What can I say?  I'm agreeable most of the time.) 
 
5. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #45 from Bud:  Inspired by this article on cell phone technology, he asks, "What is your most aggravating public experience with a cell-phone user?"

I think the people that use cell phones when they are at a checkout in a store are the worst.  So rude to the poor cashier trying to interact with them and to the people waiting their turn in line. Hey.  You're not that important--get outta my way before the toddler chucks a milk carton at you.

6. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #46 from Stacy:  Did you watch the Super Bowl and if you did, do you like the commercials, the half-time show OR the ceremony following the game the best?

Let's see, Paul McCartney, or a monkey kissing the butt of his boss?  I'll take Paul McCartney this time.  The commercials were a bit of a letdown this year (with a couple of exceptions) and overall, I think it was a "play it safe" kind of deal.  Blah.