Slice of Life: Day 15
The dreaded phone call. It always comes at the most inopportune time. Today I had not driven more than a minute from school headed for home when I got the call. I didn’t recognize the number, but something told me to pick it up. And then, there was the voice. The all too friendly bearer of bad news.
“Olivia has a fever and needs to go home.”
Tonight is my son’s Spanish performance and fiesta after. I have heard “Red is rojo, red is rojo. Blue azul, blue azul.” for weeks! Now I will have to miss it. I can’t take tomorrow off I have conferences. I can’t take Friday off either. My mother-in-law is not going to come she’s knee deep in tax returns. Ugh!
“Thanks for the call. I will be there soon. I am already headed home.”
I immediately text my husband. %$#@ I just got a call. Olivia has a fever. Call me.
Of course, no response. No call. Ugh.
Now our daycare changed their sick policy over a year ago and it is no longer 24 hours fever and symptom free for your child to return to school it is 48! 48?!! Who has that kind of time? What parent ruined it for everyone by bringing their kid back to school after 24 hours because now we are all being punished?!! Ugh.
The phone call always comes at the worst time. We will figure out who will stay home we always do and I just hope my little girl is ok.