December 7, 2012

• Chewlee's Week Sucked!

  TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

  Chewlee's week turned out this way:  Smiley faces, 2; Squiggly faces, 2; Sad face, 1.  Result?  BAD WEEK.  Definitely NO trip to the Treasure Chest for her.  The Princess has talked to her teacher pretty much every day.  I have a feeling they might get to be good friends since the Princess is going to be a teacher, too.  But it must be nice for the teacher that she has a parent that is trying to work closely with her to get Chewlee straightened out and behaving.  I was thinking today that poor Chewlee can't win and should just give it up and behave.  When she comes here, the first thing I do is check her folder to see what she got for the day.  Then we discuss it.  Her biggest complaint is that *her brain won't listen and it won't let her be good!* 

  I told her that she better start telling her brain to be good or she's going to spend another year in kindergarten while all her friends move on to first grade.  That made her very unhappy to think her friends wouldn't be in the same class with her any more.  Also, she thinks everyone will think she's a baby.  I told her that, if they did, it would be because SHE didn't learn to listen, didn't learn not play while they were supposed to be working and hadn't learned not to talk during class.  She's REALLY bad about the talking thing.
  

  So she gets a talking to from me, sometimes from the Beast and then goes home to another *discussion* from her mommy (and sometimes her daddy).  She's gotten really creative about her excuses she tries on us but we're wise to that.  It's just hard not to laugh out loud at some of them.  The Beast actually had to walk out of the room and damn near out in the garage before he burst out laughing.  There are times she's just so SINCERE about how her brain doesn't let her be good and she really, really wants to be.  It's so pathetic and so funny at the same time.
  

  But she is doing well on her math and the sounding out words.  I discovered that she knows more words than she thinks she does.  Whenever she asks me what a word says, I always take the time to tell her and she will sound out the word the way she learns in school.  Sometimes, she will point at a word and tell me what it says.  This isn't on her school papers but words she sees on my computer screen.  She just needs a bit more confidence in herself and she will be doing just fine.
  

  Today she was in an *eat the fridge clean* mood.  She had milk, toast, pickle, tangarine, hot dog, another pickle, a couple forkfuls of ramen noodles, another pickle (I limit her to two a day, max but the Beast gave her one after her bath).  She discovered we had egg nog and had to have some of that.  She calls it *noodlin' egg*.  I made her say egg nog three times but a little later, she asked for more noodlin' egg.  We'll have to work on that. 
  

  The Beast got a package today and it had that bubble wrap that isn't the small bubbles but the ones that are like little pillows.  There were four strips in the box and he told Chewlee she could have it when she asked him if she could pop the bubbles.  He was being a bit of a stinker because she was trying to pop it with her fingers.  I showed her how to put it on the floor and step on them.  She had a ball doing that until she got them all popped.  She laughed and laughed because of how they sounded.  Some were really loud and sounded like a shot; others sounded (pardon the expression) like loud farts.  She pointed out the difference to me between laughs.  She laughed at the pops; I laughed at her being so tickled over something so simple.  She made sure they were all popped then gathered the four strips up and threw them in the garbage.  She said to me, *We have to get Papa to buy more stuff, Grandma, so we (notice the *we*) can pop more of those!*
  

  I'm going to miss the warm weather we've been having.  It's supposed to disappear some time next week.  **Sigh**  But, it IS December and I suppose it's time for colder weather to hit us, too.  Just as long as we don't get snow...not yet.
  

  The Beast has been under the weather and his cough has returned.  The cough was why he stopped smoking a year ago.  Only this time the cough also has a wheeze to it and his chest feels like he's got congestion that he can't cough up.  He checked on his symptoms and thinks he might actually have developed asthma.   He has an appointment with our doctor next Wednesday but, because he feels so bad, he went to talk to the pharmacist and get something to help out in the meantime.  I told him our doctor would probably send him to a pulmonary doctor and he just shrugged.  I don't know why but he thought he could just go to the pharmacy and buy an inhaler.  When I told him he had to have a prescription for those, he was sure I was wrong.  I was the one that told him to talk to the pharmacist.  He found out that I was, indeed, correct and he needed a prescription from a doctor for an inhaler.  He was told there are a lot of different types of medications in those inhalers and he needs a doctor so that he gets the right one for his problem IF he actually needs it. 
  

  The pharmacist directed him to an OTC liquid medication that he said should help him and it has.  It just hasn't made the Beast feel *normal*.  He says that his breathing is better but he still feels like shit.  He is awfully pale and that is usually a sign that he doesn't feel well.  I told him to try getting as much rest as he can until he sees the doctor.  We can always call the pulmonary doctor as soon as he finishes up with our doctor and get him in as soon as possible.  He agreed with that because you can't always leave it up to the nurses setting those appointments up.  They get busy and you sometimes fall through the cracks.  We don't actually need a referral to see a pulmonary doctor but there's always the possibility that his symptoms are not for asthma but something different.  Who knows?
  

  Love you all.  Have a great weekend and try not to shop yourself into a deep pit of debt, okay?  Try to be a little bit sensible about your holiday gifts.
  

  Oh, and I want to say HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to Mustachio and my niece, Bee Jr.  They share the same birthday (but she's a bit younger).  I was torn about mentioning it to my son but, since he turned 42, I thought he might not like being reminded he was MIDDLE AGE now.    But, hell, I am now in OLD AGE and I'm not happy about that either. 
  

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