A Real Sick Day

About a month ago, I took a day off to be with Emerson and a friend and her daughter. It was a lovely day. We went to the Folsom Zoo, hung out at a park, and had oodles of snack foods. The lovely day was made even lovelier because the next day I had class, so taking off a Friday added a day to my too-short weekend. A perfect day.

Today was not that kind of day.

I dragged myself out of a bed a bit late, but managed to make coffee before Justin had to make his way to work at O'dark-thirty. The morning was puttering off to a regular Wednesday start...until I was starting my make-up routine and heard a cough.

A yucky wet cough from Em's room. Rut-ro.

Sure enough, I went in and Em had a 101.4 fever. Too high for day care.

Luckily, today is Wednesday, so there's a little more wiggle room in the morning. I was able to call in my sub and send a lesson plan (though not stellar) to my school.

Em and I spent the morning watching cartoons, which was nice but it got old fast. Then, I hit upon a new issue as the mom of a sick three year old. They get bored. And a sick, bored three-year old with a yucky cough is a bad deal. She kept wanting to run around and play, but then she'd double over with her cough. Not fun.

So we played dollie, painted, read stories, and even played around with mommy's scrap booking materials. Eventually, I relented and we watch Barbie Fairytopia, which is really bad, but Em sat memorized.

Needless to say, Em was less than pleased when Barbie completed her journey and finally got her pretty, pink wings, but she mostly willingly complied with taking a nap. She's still sleeping, a sure sign that she's sick.

Justin should be home soon, and I'll head to class in a couple hours. Tomorrow, it's back-to-work time. I'm more than a little scared about what happened with my 1st and 2nd period freshmen, but at least there's only two days of this week left. And tomorrow Justin's on Emy duty.

Real rough job, btw. :)

Things don't seem to change much

Yesterday as we were driving home from my mom's in Concord, it became very apparent that my daughter was coming down with a cold. She slept fitfully and I thought about what her first cold was like.

Em was three months and in daycare when she got her first cold and it was a doozie. My husband and I had to rotate every two hours holding her upright during the night, she hated the saline drops, and she couldn't sleep more than 30 minutes. It lasted over a week, and by the end of it all three of us were wiped out.

Well, apparently my reminiscing was wishful thinking. Last night Em woke up coughing so hard she threw up. All over the bed. My husband. The bathroom. And she was super calm about it.

When we finally got her calmed down and de-puked, I sat with her on the couch. She could only sleep upright, so there I sat from 3 am til 5:45, holding her as she slept. I got a couple minutes, but I was rather bleary eyed as I drove over to my high school.

I got my sub plans ready and was back home at 7. My husband left for a different sub job at my high school. My daughter was sleeping, and I hoped I could get a couple minutes shut eye. Nope. She rolled over and said, "I'm seeping." Okay.

We had a quiet day. I think she'll be able to go to day care tomorrow, and I'll be able to go to work. I'd rather stay home though. I didn't wear real pants all day. That part was awesome. Chasing my daughter with a tissue was not.