Clonidine and Balloon farts

Today I was a big girl.  I watched the kids all by myself.  Miss Kat had school so I decided I'd take the plunge and lock myself in the house with my three kids.  It wasn't as bad as I thought.  We took exactly one ride in the car to drive to the drugstore to purchase the long-awaited clonidine and pill cutter.  So I strapped on Charlotte in the Ergo carrier, threw June in the stroller and basically watched James run full speed ahead into the drugstore like we were at the entrance-way of Busch Gardens.  He obviously needed to "get out".  After purchasing everything on my list and some bonus fly-swatters, we headed back home.

 I admit I've been waiting all day to try the clonidine. The hours ticked by ever so
s-l-o-w-l-y.  At 6:48 pm I did what the doctor said to do.  I cut the pill in half, then in half again.  She said it would basically crumble into a million pieces, and I needed to get about a 1/4 of it into her mouth.  So I shoved it in her mouth, added a couple of morsels for extra measure and she chewed it up like a good girl (remember she eats anything, including chalky adult pills).  We brushed teeth, rocked, then I put her to bed. 

I am happy to report that it is 10:05 pm and I haven't heard a peep from the princess bug since 7:00 pm.  I feel very hopeful.  Maybe we will all get some sleep tonight. 

I can't leave you with this sleepy news.  I had to show you what's making my kids laugh these days.  Sweet dreams to half of you.  The other half of you can research clonidine and tell me about all the harmful side-effects.