Slice of Life: Day 7
Today I picked my daughter up from daycare and her teacher uttered the words no mom ever wants to hear, “Have you noticed her coughing lately?” Ugh.
Deny, deny, deny. She is not getting sick! I can’t stay home and miss school. Daycare has a 48 hour sick policy. I cant miss two days! What will I leave for the sub? Ugh, I have that meeting I have to attend. I am flooded with all the things I can’t miss! I pray maybe they were wrong and the cough came from someone else. I pack her up and head over to pick up my son hoping he does not have any symptoms.
This is where my mommy guilt always sets in. If only I could stay home and not have to have them in the cesspool of germs that is daycare. But, then again, I love my job. I hate when my school family takes precedence over my home family.
We arrive home and my husband’s car is in the garage. He never ever beats us home… and I even stopped twice before arriving home. I carry all three of our bags in from the car. How can two tiny people have so much stuff?! I flop it all on the island knowing I’ll have to tackle that later. All is quiet. Too quiet. My husband is nowhere in sight. “Hello?”
I walk upstairs, kids in tow, and open the bedroom door. There he is. In his pajamas. Tucked under the covers with that look on his face. Then he utters the words no wife ever wants to hear, “I don’t feel good. I think I’m sick.” Ugh.