Its like living with a 5 year old
 

Good grief! :mad: I have been trying to ignore that 5 year old in me that represents my MS moments. She has been active this week. When I cook I get more on me than in the pot, and today we were eating a nice chicken stew I made, and my hand didnt co operate, and it hooked onto the edge of the spoon, sent stew flying EVERYWHERE! it flung across my shirt, burned my hand, splated on the floor, and table. Its like living with a 5 year old I swear. I went and changed my shirt, wiped my self off and began to eat again. The DH said "why did you change your shirt?" I said because it was wet with stew and messy. He said "you should have waited till the meal was over, you know you are just gonna wear something else." He no sooner said that, and I knocked over my iced tea!

Do you have those I am living with a 5 year old moments with your own body? Mine just is in full on tempter tantrum some days. "Lets stand up." I say. "nope! we are gonna test out the new carpet." good gravy. I try to find the humor, but some days are just longer than others. Sheesh!

Tell me some of your 5 year old stories

Chicken stew sounds good:).

LOL, not funny. I had better control as a five year old..:D

Do my temper tantrums count, or is 5 too old for them? :o

Cherie

The reason I chose the age of 5 is they are old enough to know things. Manners, please and thank yous. They know how to walk and are stable at it, but then, all of a sudden you get this emotional outburst of NO! Dont want to! and they throw themselves down on the floor of the grocery store, spewing candy and tears everywhere. As soon as you try to explain to someone what happened, and how you are just trying to make it out of the store alive, you look over, and there is this precious angel sitting in the carriage like, "what? "

Good grief. Went to the bon fire at the neighbors place, and it was like having a toddler tag along. I leaned against a chair, and yep, it was a rocker! oopsie! I went to grab my bottle of water, and it slipped out of my hand, and of course the lid wasnt on tight, and I sprayed the snooty lady from down the street on her $400 pair of 7 jeans. (ok that one was kinda fun) but I didnt mean to do it. its just water! she acted like it was acid. So, its like having a 5 year old along for the ride. good grief!

Oh yeah, my five year old destroyed my favorite Star buck's coffee mug :).

I always tried to be so careful
with it but as you know ms does not always let you be careful. I tripped over my own feet and saved myself by falling against the fridge. I still had the mug in my hand! Not a minute went by and my five year old hand just decided to let my mug fall to the tile floor :(. I actually cried! I've been looking for the same one ebay ever since. You'd think I'd just get over it already :).

I NEVER intentionally do any of these things, and its always a surprise. I have this well behaved child who has displayed impecable manners and grace for months now, and then...you reach out to answer the phone, and its like she tied your shoe laces together. I have learned to NEVER walk down stairs without holding a banister. Bring your tea cup to your mouth, and she jerks your arm and you get smacked in the teeth with your cup, busting your lip.

I am of course trying to find the humor in this, as most of the time its not funny, but if you dont find a way to laugh or make fun of it, you will cry. I simply cannot and will not curl up in a corner and be afraid to take this child into the sun. now grab mommies hand, and lets go. :winky:

I will admit I love this analogy. I have quite a few 5 year old moments, so know exactly what you mean.

Hope things get better soon. :hug::hug:

The five-year-old in me loses things. She really shouldn’t be trusted around important items like car titles, passports, and fifty-dollar bills. She can run in circles looking for something that is in her left hand. She actually once lost her handicap van, and spent nearly all the electric charge in her power chair rumbling up and down ramps in a creepy, dark, and smelly high-rise parking structure.

I never really lost my temper with her until last January. She was on vacation, and managed to lose her nearly new hearing aids – all SIX-THOUSAND-DOLLARS of them. They were just poof. Gone.

I considered telling her that she doesn’t deserve to have nice, expensive things. I considered punishing her by making her wait a year or so before replacing them. But then I stopped talking about myself in the third person and realized that I’ll just have to learn to be more careful.

Sigh.

On the up side, I later found that, since I had had the hearing aids for less than a year, I only had to pay a grand to replace them. It is part of an insurance policy that I don’t remember signing up for.

Scrambled eggs all over my face! . . . what is a girl to do?

Are you sure you have the 5 year old in you or is it maybe the neighbor who thinks there are jeans worth $400?

I don't have MS, but I do have PN. And we have similar moments. I drop stuff all the time. I miss the waste basket all the time now at least once a day. And eggs present a difficult situation too.

About 3 summers ago, my son came to visit up North and he was appalled at my "language" because I had a flare then, and was dropping and swearing. I try not to say things, but sometimes those slip out. I have the added problem in retrieval as well.
When I work on the crystal balls I make, I can drop the little stones 50 times a day or more! I bought some long tongs with plastic tips at Ikea to help me with this. (I sit in the living room with a little work table so I can watch TV while I work.)

But some days I am better than others in this department. Usually when I overdo, there will be a few days of moaning, groaning and dropping/swearing. :o

Oh, we're drinking out of plastic cups these days. I've smashed more crockery than we can replace.
yesterday i was holding a piping hot pitta bread and OH was looking at me and asking 'What do you want?' as my mouth moved but nothing came out.
I just couldn't form a sentence that summarised 'get a bloody plate, my sodding hand is burning!'

its just crazy how you can be sailing along, and then ZIP, out she comes. Smashes plates, ties my shoe laces together, steal my thoughts. pinches or pokes me. then ZIP she goes away. My husband says "did that 5 year old girl beat you up again?" (in a sing song voice) :rolleyes:

I am glad to see I am not the only one.