My world shrinks when Landon is sick. Though I know that he is not in grave danger, it still exacts a higher toll of emotional and physical energy to care for a toddler who suffers. This week, it started with vomiting, and has carried on to dramatic exits from the other end. For an extreme diaper rash that wasn't improving, the nurse prescribed a list of things to do to promote his recovery.
Most effective, but also perhaps most difficult to carry out, was the advice to let Landon go diaperless for as much as possible. Now my little guy is reminding me of an untrained puppy, making little cleaning projects for us at irregular intervals. The washing machine and dryer have been running for two days straight!
Landon was crabby, and clingy, and always uncertain about what would make him happy, but adamant that by crying and wordlessly pointing to something just beyond, relief would come. There's only so long I can wander about my house looking for that elusive "something" that would make Landon stop crying in my ear.
In a last ditch effort for some peace, I rolled the tv out of the closet. It is the second time we've used it this year, so I hoped its novelty would be enough for Landon. It was. And for me, too. We snuggled on the couch and watched nothing in particular while pointing out nouns to each other.
But when I saw an ad for the season premiere of The Amazing Race starting Sunday, I made a plan. I love how that show allows you to not only see all over the world, but is also an interesting study of people under tremendous pressure. I've seen a few scattered seasons online. I had no idea our tv could even get that channel.
We had an early dinner, I got Landon to bed on time, and had the icecream served up in bowls. I was ready. Bill rolled the tv out of the closet again. At five til "showtime" I turned on the tv to begin flipping through channels since I had no idea where it would be.
I ended up seeing the last five minutes of the show.
What a goofball that I didn't even know how to translate "8/7 central" as the start time to mean 7:00. I picked 8.
My first attempt at network television in years and I catch five minutes of the show.
I wanted to "travel" the world. Instead, the biggest thought I ended up with was wondering if it would be worth changing Landon's diaper in the middle of the night.
Yes, my world truly does shrink when he is sick.
Oh, well....I have my own 12-hour race to run tomorrow.
No million dollar prize, but I'll have two boys very happy to see me when I check-in tomorrow evening.
And hopefully one of them will be back in diapers.