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March 10, 2011 - Jennifer Brookens
It's one of the calls every parent dreads. Halfway though the morning, I get a call from the school saying my daughter is sick and needs to go home. Slight fever, feels nauseous, and half of her class is out.
So as I rush to the rescue, I'm mentally lining up detours for the rest of my day, wondering if I should stop and get some apple juice and 7-Up first. Also I'm kicking myself for not taking my daughter's complaints of not feeling well seriously earlier that morning. Heck, she prides herself on her good attendance and she told me there were only 12 of her 22 classmates at school yesterday... DUH! Bad, selfish Mommy!
But only about 20 minutes after we get home, things start to change. She has enough energy to gather up her favorite blankets, pillows and Bedtime Bear, turn on her favorite Disney shows, and asks for a Capri Sun pouch and a bagel with peanut butter.
Have we gotten duped?
The rest of the day is questionable. She doesn't really nap, as she complains the ticking clock in the living room is too loud after the TV is turned off. (She blows off my suggestion of going to her room to rest.) She doesn't throw up, though she has an awful cough that she has now shared with me. And when little brother finally came home, the two were literally bouncing off the walls until suppertime. Part of me was disgusted that I used half a sick day just so she could camp out and watch TV uninterrupted. But sometime around 7 p.m. everything got calmer. I realized my daughter finally fell asleep in her nest on the couch. She slept so hard that when I finally tried to rouse her by my bedtime, I ended up carrying her upstairs. She looked so angelic, and I felt blessed to be able to have this time with her.
Then she stirred slightly and said, "You left Bedtime Bear on the couch," before dropping back off.
Was I duped? I may never know...
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