So, not only did I (knowingly) take a sick kid to gymnastics, I (unknowingly) took a second sick kid to gymnastics. I am the mom that I curse at under my breath.
She seems fine, though. Kids are weird with fevers. A lot of times they can have a really high one and not care. But we're taking it easy for the rest of the day. I have dispatched Daddy to the store for juice, Benedryl, bread, and other essentials.
We're pretty much going to be sick from now until April, so I'm just not going to spaz about it this year. They're old enough that it's just inconvenient, not heartbreaking and scary, when they have little colds and whatnot.
Claire got Benedryl and put down for nap, because I've wiped her nose 10,000 times today. Any excuse to give them Benedryl, really. Even if I'd only wiped it 9,999 times, I'd still dope her up. Mommy needs a break.
In other important blog news, I want to remind all of you that even though you read this and you feel like you've talked to me, you have not actually talked to me. You know what's going on here (or the 1% of it that I blog) and you hear my voice in your head, but I have no idea what's going on with you. I'm stuck in this house with sick kids, so call me, for Pete's sake! Or show up (with your SARS mask and rubber gloves). Bring wine. If we drink enough, we'll kill all the germs before they can take hold!
(I got your voicemail, Amanda, this is not aimed at you. I'll call you... You're still at work, though.)