Sicko

Henry is home sick today. And this little story will make you all feel better about your own parenting.

I volunteered in Henry's classroom yesterday morning. As I was getting ready to leave, he came up to me and said, "Mommy, I'm really tired." Of course I thought he was faking and just saying that so I would take him home with me. "No, you're not, you're fine," I said. Fast forward to 3:40pm. Henry gets off the bus and starts crying. "I'm still really tired," he says. My first thought is that he is just trying to get out of going to skiing. But then I bring him inside and realize that he is pretty tired, and actually pretty warm too. I take his temp and it's 102 degrees. GUILT, GUILT, GUILT.

So last night he starts sporting a rash, and this morning I brought him over to our neighbor's house (she is the nicest pediatrician EVER) and she thinks it's probably strep. Niiiice. Looks like I'm not getting that Mother of the Year award again this year. Sigh.

The good news is that he is not acting sick, and he's eating and drinking fine and no longer running a fever. He just has the rash. He wants to go to school. Still, the guilt is there. He could probably get anything he wants out of me today, but don't tell him that.