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I'm here in the computer room and Nikolai "I'd like to thank the Academy" Hussey is in his bedroom, hopefully contemplating the error(s) of his ways.
For THREE days now he's been limping around the house. Oh woe is me kind of thing. This morning we had the neighborhood Easter egg hunt (side note- lots and lots of kiddos are moving in!) and he had to limp through the hunt.
Finally, after going to the grocery store where he had to limp and kept telling me slow down and he couldn't possibly sit in the cart because he wouldn't bend his leg- I said F it and took him to the ER. I knew full well there was nothing wrong with him except for a smart mouth and bad attitude. Sure enough, three hours that I'll never get back, two x-rays and one bottle of children's motrin later- there is NOTHING wrong. Nothing.
So, we're leaving the hospital and he's still limping. I LOST IT. I bent down in front of him and looked him in the eye and told him that there was nothing wrong with him and that he needed to start walking like a regular boy. The whole way to the car, he's still limping and by that point I'm practically yelling "there is nothing wrong with you." and he turns to me and starts sassing back at me. So then I said, "look, you're crusing for a spanking and getting your mouth washed out with soap." and the shithead turns to me and says, "you won't do it. you never do it."
I had to get out of the car and take several deep breathes because I now know what the phrase "seeing red" comes from.
Needless to say, we had a 'heated' discussion about people being really sick in the ER and wasting the doctors and nurses time, etc.
When we got home, he was still doing the limp- I just picked him up, put him in his room and walked away. I turned his light off and I don't hear anything right now so I hope that means that his smartass self if chilling out.
can you believe it? Three days of lying. My won't the teen years be fun.
Jenn
I'm here in the computer room and Nikolai "I'd like to thank the Academy" Hussey is in his bedroom, hopefully contemplating the error(s) of his ways.
For THREE days now he's been limping around the house. Oh woe is me kind of thing. This morning we had the neighborhood Easter egg hunt (side note- lots and lots of kiddos are moving in!) and he had to limp through the hunt.
Finally, after going to the grocery store where he had to limp and kept telling me slow down and he couldn't possibly sit in the cart because he wouldn't bend his leg- I said F it and took him to the ER. I knew full well there was nothing wrong with him except for a smart mouth and bad attitude. Sure enough, three hours that I'll never get back, two x-rays and one bottle of children's motrin later- there is NOTHING wrong. Nothing.
So, we're leaving the hospital and he's still limping. I LOST IT. I bent down in front of him and looked him in the eye and told him that there was nothing wrong with him and that he needed to start walking like a regular boy. The whole way to the car, he's still limping and by that point I'm practically yelling "there is nothing wrong with you." and he turns to me and starts sassing back at me. So then I said, "look, you're crusing for a spanking and getting your mouth washed out with soap." and the shithead turns to me and says, "you won't do it. you never do it."
I had to get out of the car and take several deep breathes because I now know what the phrase "seeing red" comes from.
Needless to say, we had a 'heated' discussion about people being really sick in the ER and wasting the doctors and nurses time, etc.
When we got home, he was still doing the limp- I just picked him up, put him in his room and walked away. I turned his light off and I don't hear anything right now so I hope that means that his smartass self if chilling out.
can you believe it? Three days of lying. My won't the teen years be fun.
Jenn
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