The Con Man.

by katelin on July 24, 2017

Untitled So remember how I wrote about my sick kid and how it was cute? Yeah, well it was cute when it lasted a few days.

YOU GUYS. IT LASTED MORE THAN A FEW DAYS.

Riley was sick, then he was fine, then he was still sick, then he was worse, then he was fine, then he was SO SICK. And sweet mercy, I AM EXHAUSTED.

For all I know, he might still be sick. We’re still waiting to hear back from the doctor because even she was baffled by his random bouts of vomit and diarrhea, and I am just so grossed out.

But now that it seems we are maybe (just maybe) at the light of the tunnel, the eating without vomiting. Maybe.

And you guys, Riley knows it.

He knows that any time he makes a weird face or grabs his tummy or coughs that I’ll be right there asking if he’s okay? Because vomit is the worst and I’d like for it to not happen.

And the little bugger is now using it against me.

Last night when I went to check on him after putting him to bed, he asked for the bucket because he “had to throw up.” I didn’t want to tell him he didn’t have to and then be wrong. But I also knew that he was most likely just stalling.

And he was.

And sweet mercy, what are we in for?

It’s bad enough that he’s learned the “I’m thirsty! I’m hungry!” stall tactics and he’s starting to get particular about tucking his stuffed animals into bed, but now, needing to “vomit”? NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

I am one hundred percent ready for that ship to sail and the threat of vomit to be in the rearview.

Toddlers, man. The tiniest con man.

 

 

happy monday!

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