I know, I know, I said I wasn't going to blog for a while.
I have no self-control.
I also have two things on my mind.
Greyson is still wearing his pajamas, because it is spirit week at school and today was Pajama Day. Haydn dressed like a rockstar today, which to him meant a mohawk, a t-shirt with a guitar on it, and a bolero tie he inherited from his great-grandfather. Oh, and some neon green sunglasses with blinking lights. I was pretty relieved by his choices... he could have been an emo rockstar.
Secondly, and this is a doozie.......
Rowan has little warty bumps on his legs. There, I said it.
I've been hiding this from my blog for the last six months, even though it consumes about 50% of my waking mental energy. These stupid bumps are stressing me OUT. They will not go away. After much googling, which at first made me think he had MRSA, I finally diagnosed him with molloscum contagiosum. Anything with the word "contagiosum" in the title is never good.
Apparently this is a common childhood "issue" that kids frequently catch in public pools. Say whaaaaa?? I did not know this was a risk of public pools. Green hair, yes; contagious warty bumps? No. This leads me to believe that he probably caught it when we went on our big fun overnight trip to the fancy hotel last November, which bums me out. Because now when I look at these pictures, I do not think "wow, that was a fun day"
I think to myself "There's Rowan, catching those stupid bumps."
Doctors will just tell you to leave it alone and it will resolve itself in anywhere from 9 months to TWO YEARS. Yeah right, sucka fool. I don't have that kind of time. I've been treating them twice a day, every day, for the last six months with..... stuff. Anything and everything. Apple Cider Vinegar, tea tree oil, some really expensive crap I got off the internet that did absolutely nothing, a super-duper native American salve I bought at the health-food store, comfrey cream, clear nailpolish... I'm about on my last nerve with these stupid bumps.
They just point at me and laugh when I try to make them go away.
That's why I made an appointment with both a naturopath AND a regular doctor next week. It's finally time to replace our family physician, Dr. Google, with a real one. If you know me, you know that's a big deal because we just about never go to the doctor. I'm trying to stay off the grid, ya know? I mean, off the grid except for telling every facet of our lives on a public blog... that's different.
I've been keeping this on the downlow because I don't want people to think my family has the plague, but I just can't take it any more. I'm finally putting this out there in case any of my lovely readers have dealt with this issue already and can give me a.) A miracle cure, or b.) some moral support. I've been a mom for nine years, I really thought I had encountered most of the weirdie things kids get, but "the bumps".... the bumps have taken over my life and are completely kicking my butt.