I gave Jenna my “Olympic” Cow bell, which is really quite loud, so that if I weren’t close by and she needed something, she could ring it and I would hear and come help her. I think that was a mistake. At 8:00 this morning, she had “called” me no less than 7 times.
–I’m thirsty
–I need to go to the bathroom
–Can you bring me my gameboy?
–Can you turn my lights up brighter?
–I want to go downstairs now.
–I want some toast.
and something else I can’t remember right now. Ugh. It’s going to be a long six weeks.
Ah! I’ve done that before – I gave David a bell one time after he had a minor surgery. He was thirty five – not six- and he could move around on his own but he still drove me crazy with that bell. I think I ended up chucking the bell into the trash one time when he was in the bathroom. What honey? You can’t find your bell? Gee…I don’t know where it could be…
So sorry. You are a good and patient mom.
Good luck with that! Will she be home from school the whole six weeks? Or does she get to go back with a cast? (Saying that with my fingers crossed for you AND her!)