Friday, February 01, 2008

Sick and Tired, Sick and Grumpy as Heck

Max, when he gets sick, is a lot different than Davan. Davan has always gotten kind of hyper when sick, rather than sleep extra and want to rest and all of that. When Max first moved in, it seemed like he was the same. However, as he's gotten more comfortable and less hyper vigilant, he's showing a new side when sick.

On Max's worst sick days, he's very, very easy to be around. He lays down a lot and even falls asleep. He's pretty quiet. When he must be up, he doesn't have enough energy to be annoying. When we were in Disneyland in December, he really, really wanted to still go to Disneyland, even though he was sick - with a fever, even. So, we let him go. I mean, other than this year for us, thanks to annual passes and a near-by relative, how many times does one get to go to Disneyland in one's life? Anyway, he was able to drag himself around, but didn't have enough energy to be oppositional or attach himself to other groups of people or intentionally misbehave. It was lovely.

However, as he starts to feel better, but not totally well, it's hell on wheels. Major regression. As if to make up for the easy days before. Sigh.

Max is sick this week. Davan and I also have colds, but I'd label them as mild. Neither of us is too miserable and both still managed to swim/do gymnastics/go grocery shopping all without feeling too sorry for ourselves. Max, though, has been a different story. The first part of the week was all about taking voluntary naps. Lovely. Then, starting on Wednesday, but really blowing up on Thursday - major grump.

We had a hell of a day yesterday about chores, cleaning up after one's self, wasting food that others want (a homemade slice of pizza!), being oppositional and generally being annoying all hell.

What was nice about this nasty day, though? Was that it's not our everyday anymore. And it wasn't even as bad as the worst days were before. Days that included him hitting/kicking/pinching me. Days that included having to lock his door to get him to take a time out (never for more than a few minutes). Days that included being defiant about absolutely every little detail (instead of about half of the little details). Days that included locking both Davan and myself in my bedroom to keep everyone safe. Judea (I think if him as Judea when I think if his early days) would try to start a fight every time I'd come out of my room. If I went in my room and didn't lock my door, he just open it up and follow me in. I'd get so freakn' mad that I was in danger of harming him.

Yes. Even with Max sick and grumpy as heck, things are better. It's good to see that. Is it so awful that I wish it were even better?

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad to see you posting again. It's not like I don't know what's going on with you or anything, but I like reading blogs.

    I've posted every day since October 24th. Weird, huh?

    I wonder if there's a 12 step program for that?