Hello, Everybody! Does Anyone Need Rescuing?
I think the universe wanted me to have some perspective. Just yesterday I’m complaining about me time and the busy business of life and Universe Chuck thought… lets mix it up and see how it really could be, shall we?
Because, this is how life is, right? This is how it rolls.
Eliza was stepped on yesterday
While in the middle of a nap.
By another child.
Extended placement, apparently – if you go by Eliza’s account.
The daycare parents reading this are saying, tell me something interesting, why don’t you.
The non-daycare parents are reading this and are horrified. Horrified and thanking their loverly lives that their children are never in harms way.
Don’t tell me you aren’t.
If it wasn’t my own child and it was at another daycare, I’d be judging other daycare centre’s horrid lack of supervision.
We are parents. We judge in order to feel better about our own choices.
Anyway, Eliza is now sick. Low grade fever, tired, has gas, doesn’t want to eat. Only drinking. Right now watching sesame street, which is a treat because we never get to do that.
Still, this means my work will back up and I will need to go in tonight to do some catch up.
The garden hasn’t been watered in two days (Sorry Jido).
I missed lunch with a seriously wonderful person and I FORGOT TO TELL HER.
My mind is on this 3 year old who can’t seem to tell me what’s wrong. I almost miss the days of the pneumonia where I would at least know what to look for and was aware of the scenarios. Now I’m going back and forth between Fifth disease and the Walkerton Tragedy.
Don’t tell me you don’t think about that. The interview with the mother who didn’t know what was wrong with her child and how the doctor kept telling her to make sure he was hydrated when all along it was the water that was making him sick…
Don’t tell me that didn’t stick in your brain.
Not all that hungry.
This was going on last weekend and then a week of being fine only to dance the dance all over again.
I would google the shit out of this but it’s an awfully good way to get a damn computer virus.
First person to tell me it’s Leukemia gets a gonch pull.