I feel for my youngest. He’s been cursed with my allergies. He is absolutely miserable right now. And his allergies cause an all out meltdown this evening. Right before a ballgame. Which he ended up missing.
My youngest is such a wonderfully good-natured young man. He really cares and is concerned about people. But he has a little bit of me in his personality. So he can be a pain. And when he is, we remember. We could see the little man wasn’t handling the allergies well and wanted to give him eye drops, meds and nasal spray. He wanted nothing to do with that. He let us know that in know uncertain terms, he was done.
At one point I was trying to walk-carry him to his room and he went “wet-noodle” on me. That’s when the pop was felt in my wrist. Sprained. I think. No range of motion. At one point I was trying to talk to him and he got mad and accidentally hit me in the face. No harm, no foul. After whispering in his ear and talking to him quietly, he started to calm. Now my little man is back and in a better mood. Unfortunately, no game. He lost that. That was worse than any punishment we could give him. It broke my heart, but we had to follow through.
If you excuse me, time to ice the wrist.
Oh, please, check out the band, Young Wonders. Love their sound. It’s a combination of Star Slinger vs. Phantogram vs Bjork.
Until Next Time,