For the past two days, I’ve had two sick little boys. That means two boys to snuggle in bed, kissing two foreheads to feel if the fevers are back, and multiple baths and sippy cups to fill. It also means that I have two little boys fighting for “My Mommy” as if their lives depended on being the sole mommy snuggler. At one point, I even had both of them laying literally, ON TOP of me.
Later, after I escape the bed and make a quick trip to the bathroom, I find them cuddling and comforting one another as if I had abandoned them and they must now struggle together. Seriously though, how freaking adorable is this?!?! I love that they’re so attached to one another. With one of them being diagnosed on the autism spectrum, we weren’t sure that we’d see interactions like this <3.
On day two of this random summer illness, these little guys were feeling much better, but still cranky and not really wanting to eat. I had tried feeding them everything in the house. I even offered ice cream!
My four year old was demanding hot dogs, of all things. So I finally got fed up with making new foods, just to have them refuse to eat it. I broke down and packed all three boys into the car and headed to Sonic. At least one of the boys would eat that way.
The first trip through the drive-thru, I ordered what the boys would choose on a regular day. That’s what they like, so who am I to deny a child that has only taken bites of food for 24 hours? I paid at the window, collected the food and drinks, and parked to distribute the food. As I attempt to hand out said food, my three year old begins screaming hysterically for a vanilla milkshake. Do you see where this is going?
Drive-thru trip number two was slightly less eventful. I paid for the vanilla milkshake, handed it to my youngest, and hoped he’d drink it. NOPE! He just started the hysterics again! At this point, I decided that we’re going right home and he must be overly tired.
My middle son started eating his hot dog in the car. About half way home, he began with a meltdown. He insisted that he must have another hot dog. Seriously though, as if his life depended on it. He wouldn’t eat anything at home, so back to Sonic I drove.
By the third time going through the drive-thru, the employees were looking at me like I was some sort of nut-job (hahaha). I guess the mom bun, no makeup and look of sheer exhaustion on my face was an indicator that they shouldn’t say anything. They quickly and quietly handed me the second hot dog and I went on my way. While I totally catered to my childrens’ every request, and lost a few battles, I did manage to get two of my three children to eat. That’s a tiny victory, right?!
Today was one of those days lol. Mom-0 Boys-3