Bub started today in a good mood. he let me make pancakes w/o being in my way. This is a big accomplishment for Bub...as pancakes are a favorite of his. He refused to eat his peaches tho. Ha ha on him, Momma snuck bananas in the pancakes. hee.
Then while Zbear was napping, I decided to make corndogs from scratch for lunch. This is a big deal for me since I can not find any edible version of corndogs that exclude forbidden ingredients from the stores (milk products mainly) The few that I did find, I couldn't gag down, Joe barely ate (and he's a corndog lover) and Bub walked away from, and Bub never walks away from any kind of hotdog.
It started well. Bub was all interested in what I was doing...until I rolled the hotdogs in flour. Oh, the wailing. Bub was convinced I was destroying his beloved hotdogs. normally I'm not phased by this, but I had a vat of hot grease going on the range near the fussing of this little man.
Momma started to loose her cool, Bub protested by climbing up the cabinets to get corn chips in protest, and promptly was sent to his room to take a time out in his bed. more wailing and moaning.
Then when I finished making the corndogs and french fries, he peeled the coating off. !!!! in his favor I will say he came back 10 min later and did eat the coatings, but by then, after I finished monitoring Zbear's eating of the highly minced corndogs, I felt SICK, and I didn't eat anything. Joe said it was good, but I felt like hurling. Took a bath, during which time Bub snuck off to his room and protested the whole affair by pooping on the floor.
After cleanup (Joe did the floor, I did the Bub) I meant to only rest for a half hour, but Joe woke me up just before 7pm. I slept thru our free babysitting offer and we missed our date night. I feel really bad for that, plus I still feel sick.
The pharmacy called and said they aren't going to be able to refill Bub's risperidone until tomorrow, and unadvertantly sometime during the adventures in cooking I knocked over the box with his meds and we had a 20 min freakout thinking Bub climbed up the stove and ate himself an overdose of a hefty anti-psychotic. Thankfully, as I said it was just knocked over, and now I am trying to think of a different safe location to keep his meds. There is really nowhere in the house I can guarantee Bub won't get into, he is a marvel at engineering feats. He figured out how to unscrew his door off the hinges when he found Joe's secret stash of screwdrivers.
well, at least he is happily asleep right now, as is Zbear. I'm hitting up the pepto and hoping to feel better in the morning, so I can be ready for what Bub dishes up for me next.
|attempting to pose while wearing his sister's snuggly hat|