The tandem thing
October 29th, 2001Well one thing about my family, we know how to take turns being ill. *smile* My fellow is ill. He has a bad tooth and I am sure that it is abscessed. Not a chance he will go to a dentist … yet.
It was a quiet weekend. He is on call so we did not go anywhere Saturday, which was fine with me. I am still easily tuckered out. I slept a lot of the day away, woke up at 1230, had breakfast and went back to bed at 2 pm with the kidlet so he would nap. I fell back to sleep and slept till almost 7:30. Woke to hear the fellows making dinner. Of course the kidlet then did not want to sleep at bedtime and even though he went to bed at his normal 8:30, he stalled and played until almost 11 pm. I watched Halloween and She-Devil. Had not seen Halloween in many years and had never seen She-Devil. Then I went back to bed and surprisingly, I slept again.
Sunday morning I woke just after 8 am (did remember the time change). I could hear paper rustling and asked my fellow what the noise was. He looked and saw that it was the kidlet, sitting on the bedroom floor trying to remove the wrapper from an ice cream bar. He was told to put it away. I got up then to see what the scamp was doing. Well that ice cream bar was #3. He had already eaten 2 of them and helped himself to a cinnamon bun too. He sneaks out of the bedroom on weekend mornings. I thought he must because I so often do not hear him get up. But it was confirmed a couple weeks ago when his father was awake early and caught the kidlet crawling out of his bed and across the floor.Once he is out of the door he quietly closes it behind him. I can’t imagine where he learned to do something like that. I certainly don’t crawl around like that. *laugh*
Kidlet went off with farmor after breakfast. They went to the flea market and grocery shopping and then back to her place. He helped her put up new curtains and put out new scatter rugs. We went over for dinner with them. This week is school break week in Sweden, so their daughter went up north to spend the week with her uncle’s family. So farmor and farfar are childless for a week. Dinner was waffles with jam, ice cream and whipped cream. It was just before dinner that my fellow complained his mouth was sore and that his stomach was upset. By the time we finished our coffee and chocolate pudding, he was pale and shaky, so we came home. Kidlet settled off to sleep a bit after 8 pm and I tried home remedies for toothache. By the time we went to bed, he was at least able to settle off to sleep. But at 3 am he was in pain and snuggled up, which woke me. I made him tea and gave him more Tylenol. We went back to bed but were not really sleepy so we were chatting. It was that free association type of talk that people do when they are tired. We were talking something about airlines and that led to George W. Bush, which led to Jed Clampett and the Beverly Hillbillies and then we took to giggling over the “fancy eatin table” and the “cement pond”. At that point the kidlet woke up. He has learned to talk in this really growly voice from farmor. So at 4 am this little growly voice in the dark said “Mamma, vad gör du?” (mom, what are you doing?) Well of course his father then said it sounded like the Exorcist here and if the kidlet started throwing up, I should get worried, which made me laugh harder. Finally we all drifted back to sleep.
The fellow did go off to work for the day. I went to the drugstore in hopes of finding something like Orajel or good old Jiffy drops. But they don’t exist in Sweden. So I rummaged out an old tube of Anbesol and will dose my fellow up with Tylenol and Anbesol for the night. I surely hope if this is not better tomorrow he will go to the dentist. Not really hopeful though. So with any luck we will sleep tonight and no more pain in the morning.