Thursday, September 10, 2009

At home...again...

Soooo...today I was one of "those parents". You know. The mom who kind of knows her kid isn't feeling well, but tells her husband to please give the child Tylenol before dropping her off at daycare so she can be sure she'll get at least four hours of work in before the daycare calls and is all 'hey, your daughter is crying in misery and maybe you could come do something about it?'.

Yeah. A new low for me.

I think it was nearly four hours post-Tylenol ON THE DOT that my cell phone buzzed in my pocket and, to be fair, I did squeeze FIVE hours of work in, not just four.

The problem (well, one of the problems anyway) is that I never used to be a mom with a family who was 100% dependent on my income. And I hated my old job. So calling in sick to stay home with Zoey was relatively easy. So was sticking up my nose at those parents who sent their children to daycare knowing full well they were sick, which in turn infected MY healthy child.

Irony is a miserable bitch.

The second problem is that my poor kid greeted me at the door of her classroom with a pale face, bags under her eyes, clutching her right ear and crying. I'm surprised they let her get out of the car in the parking lot this morning, let alone allowed Bryan to sign her in and LEAVE HER. A not-so-convenient trip to the Convenience Care clinic confirmed the suspicion of an ear infection. And now she is sleeping heavily for the first time in days, thanks to a generous dose of Motrin and plenty of snuggling from Mommy. (We were up every few hours last night and did I give her any Motrin? No. She wasn't running a really high fever...she could probably tough it out. Because I suck like that.)

Anyway. We have a prescription for amoxicillin that we'll fill tomorrow if she's still feeling crummy. And if we have another night tonight like we've had the past two nights, we'll be filling it whether she feels okay in the morning or not. Because at this point I might as well just have a newborn in the house, for all the sleep we're getting around here.

3 comments:

Abby E. Murray said...

i've heard irony is a real whore, too. she gets around. :)

Crafty Mama said...

You're right....Miss Irony is a mean, mean bitch. Hope she's on the mend soon!

the mama bird diaries said...

Hope she feels better!