The other (ugly) side of Fall
I don’t want to give the impression to those who haven’t experienced Fall that it is all pretty and nice. After all, leaves turn to these lovely colours because of the cooling temperatures.
Earlier this week, we woke up to a temperature of minus 1 C. I was scrambling to find our scarves and gloves and trying to match them up. I knew we were going to need them soon. But that’s the procrastinator in me. I kept putting it off. Anyway, our winter accessories are just tucked away somewhere in our closets. But what I couldn’t understand is why we only have one scarf left when I remember that we each had one last winter. So the first one to get out of the house got the scarf. That was my 16-year old son. He’s the one who usually reacts to the cold weather anyway.
My 12-year old son was complaining of a sore throat the day before.
“We’re going to the mall this week-end to buy you guys scarves and sweaters.”
“But I don’t like wearing a scarf.”
“Ryan, you have to cover your neck when it’s cold. That’s why you’ve got that sore throat.”
“But I don’t like it.”
“Ryan, why don’t you just listen to your mother?”
I tell you. My middle guy always gives me a hard time. My oldest one is very obedient and respectful and I sometimes find it hard to be patient with this one. I guess I was like that too with my mother at some point. It’s payback time.
The other day, my eight-year old son went home coughing. And I heard him wheezing later that night. The last time he had an asthma attack was when he was three years old. I thought he had already outgrown it. But I think that’s just the way it is with asthma. Sometimes it just goes away and sometimes people who haven’t had asthma in their childhood gets it in their adult life.
So I let Ryland puff Reggie’s inhaler. Good thing I always have them handy. Reggie gets asthma attacks every once in a while. The Ventolin inhaler seemed to work for Ryland. He’s had a good sleep last night and even came grocery shopping with me this morning. He wanted to buy a game for his Gameboy and he wanted to pick it out himself. But he got tired soon and I let him sit at the bottom of our cart. He looked so cute and I couldn’t resist taking this shot.