No, not another post on Barry Bonds.
Because middle school substitute teachers are nigh-impossible to find right before a national holiday, I was in charge of watching Micah through his bronchiole inflammations and the steroids that his pediatrician prescribed to treat them. A few thoughts come to mind:
- A two-year-old on steroids is intelligibly worse than a two-year-old not on steroids.
- Dealing with a steroid-crazed toddler is actually easier with only one parent around. Dealing with just Micah, I could maintain some reflective distance; when Mary starts meddling, I get mad. Not Mary’s fault; it’s just the way that my personality works.
- My inlaws just arrived from West Virginia, and they don’t care that the house isn’t sparkling. Of course, once Micah saw the grandparents, the asocial steroid rage evaporated.
At any rate, I’m taking him in early tomorrow morning for an update with the pediatrician. My hope is that she takes him off the Barry juice, but we’ll see.