After being home both Monday and Tuesday with one sick child, I was looking forward to going back to work on Wednesday. I would wear my Halloween costume. I would get out of the house. I would go teach my class at Goodwill. But then at 1:00 a.m. I awoke to the sounds of Lucy's cry and Tad running up the steps. When I heard the bathroom sink running for an inordinate amount of time, I said aloud, "Oh no!" and went upstairs to see what was up. Please don't be sick, I thought.
Sure enough. Lucy had thrown up all over herself and her bed and Tad was cleaning up the mess. We got her changed, cleaned, the bedding stripped and changed and Lucy soothed and back to bed. "Damnit!" I said. "I don't WANT to stay home again tomorrow!"
But I did.
This morning I went up to Lucy's room when she called and she started talking about wanting to bring candy to school today.
"Honey." I said. "You aren't going to school today."
"You threw up last night, remember? You're sick."
"That was NOT throw up." Lucy said determinedly.
I silently sat back on her bed and looked at her. She looked at me. We had a stare-down for about a full three minutes. Then she sighed.
"It was throw up." She said and climbed onto my lap.
And my parents came over to help me for a couple hours so I
could still teach my class.
And a real perk of having my parents help me is that I get ridiculous texts like the one shown below at the bottom.
Lucy's now lounging out on the couch, digging through her Trick or Treat bucket, looking at the candy I won't let her have, and watching Caillou. I'm wearing my devil horns and tail and sitting close to her on the couch. I decided it's Halloween and I am dressing up, public or no public.
Let's hear it for tomorrow and my hopeful return to the working world. And my children's health!
Happy Halloween Everyone.