I dropped Elliot off at daycare today and watched from outside the door for a few minutes, as he seemed even more hesitant than usual. He just stood there, looking around, with a very solemn look on his face. I wanted to wait until I saw him move towards something (or someone), but he didn’t move. I eventually had to go.
Now, if I think practically about this, I can remind myself that he’s almost always happy when I pick him up, there are no tears when I drop him off, he talks about daycare quite a bit, and none of what he says is negative. And I can also remind myself that this is his nature. I know it takes him a while to warm up, especially in group situations. Plus he hasn’t been there since Thursday.
So no, none of this is surprising, but on days like today, when maybe I’m feeling a bit vulnerable myself, I wonder what I’m doing to him as I turn around and leave when he’d rather just spend the day with me.
We broke ground this afternoon for a sandbox for Amy and Elliot. Elliot was playing with his dump truck and loader in the resulting dirt pit and left the vehicles in and near the pit when he came in for dinner. It looks like a mini construction site out there now. And if I wasn’t so lazy I’d upload the picture I just took of it…perhaps later.
I phoned Service Canada to change my address. After being told they have an “unusually high call volume”, they directed me to their website. The recording specifically said I could change my address there. I went through about 15 hoops to sign up for an epass account (four security questions, the usual user id and password, three different agreements to privacy statements and a bunch of personal questions), only to be told that I wasn’t eligible to change my address online. It listed a bunch of reasons, none of which applied to me.
So I phoned back and was told to try again later, as their call volume was too high. Nice.
I couldn’t get hold of my mum on the phone yesterday until about 8:30 pm. I kept getting a “call cannot be completed as dialed” message. I finally phoned Telus and the operator got me through. When I asked why this was happening she told me the system was overloaded because of Mother’s Day.
Makes me wonder what will happen if/when a natural disaster strikes BC.
I took Elliot to the medical clinic tonight for an issue related to his boy parts (we’ll just keep it at that to protect his dignity). As we were waiting our turn, he told me his tummy hurt. This was the third time he’d told me that today, and usually it means he has to poop. So we went into the bathroom. I pulled down his pants and tried to put him on the toilet, and he planked on me. I put him back on the floor, and he complained again about his tummy. He then grabbed his throat and sputtered “I’m going to spit-up, Mum!”. I knew vomit was imminent. I had the wherewithal to get out of his way, but not to point him toward the toilet. He proceeded to puke all over the bathroom floor, his clothes and his shoes, all with his pants halfway down his legs.
The poor guy. Although he felt so much better afterwards that he perked up right away, and watched while I cleaned up the bathroom floor. I could have let the receptionist do it, but I felt bad for her, cleaning up some other kid’s puke. So she gave me gloves and some cleaner and I did it. We had a long wait, so it gave me something to do. This is the first time I’ve had to clean up that particular type of mess, and I dreaded this day. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
We finished up our wait in the clinic, went to the pharmacy to get some drugs, then headed home. Thankfully the second puke session happened in our bathroom, in front of the toilet, and it all made it in the bowl, thanks to Greg.
As Greg mentioned in a recent tweet, we are dreading the middle-of-the-night clean-up that is bound to be happening tonight.
Oh, and let this be a lesson that carrying around a spare set of clothes for your child is not wasted effort.