Ah, to be a toddler again...falling asleep wherever, whenever - regardless of what Mommy has to get done. How I wish I could do that!
Today was a rough day...Micah is still sick. Without realizing it, I actually got sick too. It wasn't until tonight that I noticed that my throat is itchy and I've been coughing periodically. This is probably exactly what happened to Micah before he got full-blown sick.
Ugh! I was really avoiding being sick and now, I'm sick. But we all knew I was going to get sick...I mean come on, I have a sick toddler.
Unfortunately, being sick does not mean that everything stops. I still have to be Mommy and care for my sick child. I did take the day off from work to make sure he was better, though, but I still had lots of work to do.
I tried to track Micah's Daddy down to get a few things to make Micah a little bit more comfortable -- you know, water, cough medicine, orange juice. Well...that didn't happen.
So off I go with a sick and sleepy toddler (he couldn't go to sleep at nap time; his cough kept waking him up) to the grocery store. You can imagine how fun that was.
People mistake Micah for a girl constantly. I could have him dressed in a T-shirt and hat combo that says "I'm a boy" on it and people would still say, "Awww...she's so cute!" (I tried it one time with one of those "I'm the little brother" t-shirts and they still thought he was a girl smh)
Normally, I wouldn't become offended by this. For a very long time, he looked so cute that you could mistake him for a girl, especially with those really long eyelashes and even longer hair. But now he looks more like a boy, don't you agree? It's really not that hard to see. But, yet, I still get the "She's so cute" spiel everywhere we go.
Today was no different.
Just a disclaimer: I tend to be a tad more agitated when I'm not feeling well. Therefore, I won't share my direct responses, just the toned-down version of my thoughts. I'll let you just imagine what I really said. :)
An older gentleman came over and said, "Hey, I didn't know they were selling little girls at Pathmark! Which aisle did you get this little girl from?" (Although it was meant to be cute, it was somewhat creepy)
A little girl came over and told her mom, "Can I take her home with me?" (Now I gotta keep an eye on you, little girl, before you decide to snatch HIM)
A woman came over and said, "Awww...you look just like my granddaughter. Your daughter is so adorable!" (HE is adorable, but now he will not be your friend because you called him a girl)
At the register, a man says, "Your little girl is asleep in the shopping cart. She was really sleepy, huh?" (Duh! I can see that my little BOY is asleep in the cart. I'm looking right at him!)
When we walk away from the register, another older gentleman says, "Awww...mommy is done torturing you. It's almost over, baby girl. You can take your well-deserved nap at home." (Hold up, did he say I was torturing HIM. Don't you know I'm out here to get stuff for him??!! Ugh! I didn't even look at him as I walked away)
You might be asking yourself, why are all these people talking to us? I have no clue!
This happens everywhere we go. I can't even begin to understand why.
Regardless, by the time we made it to the car, Micah was in full-blown tantrum. He was crying because he was tired, coughing because he was crying, and Mommy was exhausted because she is sick, taking care of a sick toddler, and at the stupid grocery store listening to people say that my son looks like a girl and still have to go home and make lunch for her cranky son. Like I said...it was a rough day.