Friday, February 22, 2013

Snow Day, Sick Day

Eli's been longing for a good snowstorm.  We've had a few light snows, but nothing a kid can really do something with.  Like make a snowman, or even a respectable snowball.

Wednesday night and into yesterday, we finally got a not totally lame snowstorm.  Not exactly the big dump we've been hoping for, but enough to get out and play in for a bit.

Eli helped Brad shovel the walk.

And when the walk was shoveled, he began shoveling the grass.  I never knew the snow near the curb belonged on the front lawn, but apparently it does.

It was a great morning for him.

Followed by a not so great afternoon.

Eli woke early yesterday not feeling well.  I took his temperature and it was 99 degrees.  I emailed his teacher to tell her he wouldn't be at school; gave him some children's ibuprofen; tucked him into bed in our room, a huge treat; texted our nanny to tell her she didn't need to come today if she was worried about contracting the plague; then took to the Internet to figure out what to do with our sick kid.

All of this at 5:30 in the morning.

What I learned, friends, is what you probably thought when you read "99 degrees."  Yes, I was totally overreacting.  But in my defense, I have no clue; I'm a rookie here.  I even found an online forum where other moms were totally mocking a mom who posted the question of "should I keep my child home from school if he has a 99 degree temperature?"  Ouch.

Well, our fearless nanny came anyway, undeterred by the plague, the ibuprofen made Eli feel tons better (see photos, above), and he wanted to go to school.  So I emailed the teacher again to tell her he'd be there, and received a very sweet (but somewhat chuckling, I think) email back from her, saying she was happy he'd be at school.

Fast-forward to mid-afternoon, the school calls and he is indeed sick.  And crying.  I was in the middle of a call with a client; I paused to answer my cell and then began furiously texting the nanny to go back and get him.  I was grateful that I was able to get a hold of her, and she quickly went to Eli's school and brought him home, but I hated that our child was sick and it was not me helping him.

The wave of working mommy guilt pulled me under momentarily, but then reality popped me back up to the surface and I returned to the call with my client.  Because that's my life.  I enjoy what I do, but I work because I have to.  A circumstance with which I'm sure many of you can relate.

And to go further into that will have to wait for another day.

Because we again have a sick child today, sacked out on the couch in his PJs.  And as soon as Brad's done with his conference call I need to go to work.


  1. It took you 6 months to get to Mommy Guilt? It took me 6 minutes. The good news is that while the guilt never goes away you learn to figure out what is the important parts and what is just in your mind.

    Hope he feels better soon!

  2. To each his own, with these "judgmental moms". If my kid has a fever, she stays home, 99 degrees or not. I know the feeling because mine was sick with a nasty stomach virus and fever about a week ago, and having to leave her to go to work was a killer. But my mind was at ease, knowing she was in good hands.