Royal (dreams) Flush(ed)

Seth is something else. But you knew that already. He is fun, creative, expressive, emoting and jolly...but his all-heart personality has its struggles from time to time.

When my parents were here, Seth had a cold. Nothing terrible, but enough to get him snotty and coughing from the drainage. I sent him to school that Monday because he didn't seem to feel very bad. I got a call mid-day from the nurse. Seth was complaining of a stomachache and was sitting in her office. I headed up there.

I could tell from Seth's eyes when I walked in the nurses office that he didn't feel good. So I signed him out and we went home. I told Seth that coming home from school was a big deal and if we were going to do this, he was going to be in bed or at least resting for the rest of the day (hey, we can't be doing this every week!) He agreed, and spent most of the afternoon on the couch watching a cartoons (1 hour) or reading, his barf pot at his side. Towards late afternoon, he was feeling significantly better.

Now, Uncle Michael and Aunt Pammy had given us four tickets for a Royals game that night. Originally, Scott, my dad and the older two boys were going to go. But Scott called me from work, sick with Seth's cold, and told me he didn't feel up to going. Of course, Seth was now out of commission, and I had to attend Back to School Night that evening to get info from the boys teachers. So, as it turned out, my mom and dad were going to take Zac to the game.

I left for BTSN and called my mom on the way there to discuss the plan for exchanging cars, since I had left before Scott got home. Mom told me that Seth wanted to talk to me about going to the Royals Game.

"I told him you would say no," she said to me.

"Put him on," I replied.

"Mom," came the little munchkin voice, "I'm feeling much better. Can I PLEASE go to the Royals game?"

I explained to Seth again the little deal we had made.

One thing I hate about cell phones is the awful feedback you sometimes get. Unfortunately, Seth and I were experiencing some feedback. He began to plead in a louder voice,"PLEASE MOM! I'm feeling MUCH BETTER!!" I said no several more times, but it was difficult for him to hear me as he escalated, pleading frantically. Embarrassing too...there I was in front of the school saying "SETH!" loudly into the phone because he couldn't even hear me over his own hysterics. Finally he hung up on me in great sorrow (not disrespectfully--he doesn't know that's a rude thing to do). My mom said he wailed outside for about 10 minutes.

He got over it. But hopefully, he'll use his sick passes carefully and sparingly for the rest of the year.