OOPs

Riley and I oops yesterday. We forgot to take his pills with us to the hospital. he has to wait on his morning cyclosporine so they can draw blood and see what his low is. They told us not to worry and just take them as soon as we got home. I was disappointed they just wouldn't give us a hospital dose.

So after our day at the hospital getting platelets, we had to go directly home to take meds. I had hoped to stop on the way home and see about getting Riley shoes. he is squeezed into his old ones still. The doctors told us no excessive driving with Riley. Why take the risk of an accident. Its one reason why I am driving the Jeep and not the Taurus to the hospital, even though the Taurus gets much better mileage. I feel like I am in a tank in the jeep, very solid and safer. So once home I don't want to take him out again. Its one thing to stop on the way home. Its another to get back in the car for a trip that would also take us on the freeway for a purchase that can be done on another day.

I noticed the platelets they gave Riley yesterday had the expiration date of the eighth. Yesterday was the eighth. I am wondering how his numbers will be on Thursday when his platelets weren't fresh. I know that sometimes there are limited supplies, and we are using up a lot of blood, but I wish the bag had been fresher. I wonder what Tom would have done. Would he have noticed and asked for a fresher bag? Or am I just being uptight and accept that it may be all they had available, Negative and old.

sounds a little like me at the moment. Riley noticed the gray in my hair. It Runs all the way up the side of my face and he tells me he can see it at the roots on top. I need to get to the store for a box of color. Its spring and I need mood lifters so I think I will go lighter this spring. I enjoy being blond. The family agrees. Tom and the boys say lighter. I tell Riley that half the gray is his father's fault and the other half is Riley's. He tells me then that he gets to pick the color.

I am going to make Trevor the eye appointment and the dentist. He needs a little medical attention also, if only for his peace of mind. He has been really helpful lately, not whining about chores. Tom had a talk with him about talking back to me. He was getting so big it was hard for me to be firm. He is so young, yet in the body of a teenager. He as been too big to spank for several years now. He can whine me to oblivion sometimes, so I cave. Once a parent caves the child knows mom will do it again. He will whine forever. He wants his own computer, I told him though, grades, Only for grades. I am firm on this point. What ever it takes to get Trevor's grades up.

We looked last night. The grades are better in some areas but still need work in humanities and science. He is to speak to the teachers today. Math has improved but there is still room for more improvement. In other words the only classes he is doing well in are PE, Wellness, and Band. Not that these aren't important classes, but....

Trevor can have such joy in life. Just living in the moment, enjoying the company. He is so laid back compared to Riley. Riley has to be on top, keep the edge, that competitive streak. I told Riley that he bragged to the teacher About how smart he was, now he has to live up to it. Last night Riley worked for two hours on his humanities. He is not going to let someone think he is less intelligent than he really is. he has to live up to the reputation he wants.

I need to vaccum today. The dog shedding never bothered me before, but it does now. He sheds everywhere, and in huge clumps of black on my white carpet. I am this close to just giving him a summer crew cut like the boys get. My mom did a fantastic job grooming him when she had him. I saw my girl friend's cavalier the other day. The comparison was dramatic. My dog looked good, all trimmed up and handsome. I hadn't realized how much trimming my mom did until I saw that other dog. Then I wondered if she had taken the dog to the groomer since she did such a nice job. I am told she did it all with patience and a whole lot of time. That is probably the only thing keeping me from shaving it all off to stop the shedding, is that she did such a nice job I don't want to ruin it. I do hate those black hair balls though on our white carpets, and I hate vaccuming every day.