My weekend, this is long...and horrible.

So I'm going to spill about my weekend. It was bad, actually all of last week was too. I'll start with Cohen. The death of me for sure. He is still sick, yes he is getting better but something is very wrong with the kid. He has whined and cried and screamed and hung on my legs the entire weekend! Saturday I knew for sure I was going to lose it. I turned to my good 'ol friend Mr. Prozac. I had no choice. I could feel the shakes coming, when he cried or whined for no apparent reason other than to annoy my I felt this overwhelming horrible feeling of anger, frustration and I wanted nothing more that to get physical. I didn't of course, but *oh my God* I could have. The kid has no fever, his nose is not stuffy anymore and his cough is much better, no obvious signs of distress.

We took Caleb to the Monster Truck show on Saturday night and left Kinser and COhen with Judie and PW. It was a MUCH welcomed relief from him. The very SECOND I walked in the door he started up again. They just looked at him with this look of shock on their faces. They said he had not done that ONE TIME since I'd been gone! He immediately became destructive and whinny. What have I done? I felt all the anger come flushing back. Loaded the kids and came home, thankfully he fell asleep in the car and stayed in his bed all night, thanks to the 10:30pm bedtime.

This brings me to Sunday. It was much the same, only add a fussy Kinley into the mix. She didn't feel well. By the evening, I had a much better grip on my emotions this time. Dr. C says it takes 30 days to take effect, I don't believe this. It always works pretty fast for me, I'm sure not fully but to some extent it takes effect. Anyway, I had Bubba here to help too. He took Caleb to sign up for T-Ball (go CALEB!) and I went to HEB (no choice) with Cohen and Kinley. That went well the first 10 minutes then it became a war. I hurried out as fast as possible grabbing only the necessities. I almost yelled at the people in front of me at the check out for starring. HAVE THEY NEVER SEEN A TWO YEAR OLD THROW A FIT?!?!? COME ON! That really pisses me off! If I see someone else in that situation, I feel for them and pay it no attention as it should BE! IDIOTS!

Ok, better now. On to Sunday night! Bedtime, we decide to put them down early since they were obviously exhausted from the late night before and the short nap. 7:30 - Cohen screaming as usual for me and anyone else NOT in the room with him. 8:00 Bubba comes out and hands the reigns to me, obviously distraught. No, good. COhen is out of control. He can't breathe, let alone tell me what's wrong. He has worked himself up so much, it angers me. I take him to my room and try to calm him down. I finally get out that his tongue hurts.....WHAT? Where that came from I have no clue. I look at it, looks normal to me. Cohen screams and screams. This is not a normal cry, it's not really a cry of pain...more a 'mom I want your head to explode cry' As LOUD AS POSSIBLE! I finally try to medicate it with topical lidocaine.....works for a minute then he freaks cause he can't feel it. Then I'm worried he will bite it, he didn't. Whaling continues, I offer an ice pack, he accepts. That works for a few minutes until his tongue thaws then he whales again. By this time I had discovered something must really hurt. He is soooooo tired and falling asleep between ice pack applications but he tosses and turns and crys and moans.

If I had insurance I would have hauled his ass to the ER for tranquilizers or something. NOw his ear hurts. I had already given him tylenol but that never seemed to help with his ear or his tongue. Bubba finally gets Caleb to stop talking and fall asleep so he comes to bed. His nerves are shot after a few minutes of listening to this. He offers him milk, Cohen perked up for that. He drank his milk - SILENTLY - ahhhhhh, I was so relieved. Then the milk ran out, back to whaling!

I decide (at 10:45pm) to take him for a drive. Load him in the car, cuddle him with a blanket and off we went. I DID NOT GET OUT OF MY DRIVE and there was silence.............complete silence! THANK YOU JESUS AND THE MAKERS OF CARS AND THE RADIO PLAYING OLD COUNTRY SONGS!!!!!! I drove for 20 minutes to make sure he was out. Yes, it worked. I was afraid he would wake when I took him to his bed but he didn't. I finally got into bed and was falling asleep when I heard him again..............for. the. love. of all that is holy. please help me!!!!!

I put him in our bed and he whimpered and was out again. Bubba went back to sleep with Caleb to give us more room. I did NOT care what position Cohen wanted to sleep in as long as he was sleeping. He woke up at 2:30am for a drink and more complaining about his tongue. A light bulb went off in my head and below it was a sign **BENADRYL** it read! I put it on his tongue until he had taken his entire dose and we went back to bed. HE SLEPT!!!!! HALLELUJAH!!

I woke him this morning ( 7:15am ) asking him if he wanted to go play with his friends and he shook his head yes. THANK YOU!!!! I never heard another word about his tongue or his ear!!

So, I ask you, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!?!?!?!?