My 10 year old complained of a stomach ache this morning and told me he wasn't going to school. I of course ignored his please as this was probably the 118th time he tried this. So I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he called from school to tell me his stomach was still bothering him, and yes he did eat something and still didn't feel better. He proceeded to tell me his teacher felt his forehead and he did feel warm. So I jumped in my car to pick him up. I ran into his teacher in the office and I had to chuckle because he apologized to me. I not sure he was apologizing because my son was sick, or because I had to come pick him up and take him home.
Even as a WAHM it's not always easy to work when the children are home. It is a blessing that I can drop everything and pick my children up when they are sick, but they are basically in my "office" when they are home. I feel for mother's who work outside of the home and either can't leave, or have to jump through hoops to figure out how they can leave and still get their work done.
So after a half a package of saltine crackers, my son is feeling better...until tomorrow and the 119th time.
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