Yesterday morning Connor woke up and told me “No school, I sweepie.” I battled him to get dressed and head to school- but he did it and had a great day. This morning, at 3 am- he woke up screaming that there was “A shawk in mah froat.” He refused to sleep (which then means no one else gets to either), and kept telling us about this throat “shawk”. It’s his third day in at school, and he’s sick. Wonderful. Just flippin’ wonderful. So we let him stay home with his Kraut yelling machine of a little brother and the nanny. I so much as pull out of the driveway and the nanny calls my cell telling me Connor’s throwing up all over the place. Excellent.
I’m now sitting on amazon looking up HASMAT suits and simultaneously seeing if it’s legal in Missour-ah to dip your child in latex before sending him to school. Third day in, and he’s sick. What the heck is this flu season going to be like if he cant even make it 72 hours? Mom’s- I need your help!!! I am so worried that he is just going to be constantly sick- then getting Robby sick- then us. It’s a spiral of doom and I do not know how to handle it without freaking out. Is this why parents home school their kids? You know, aside from being nuts.
Ack.
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