From One Extreme

This morning La Luz was in rare form. Christian had her convinced that overnight we had metamorphosed into a family of monkeys. Generally speaking, I hate playing 'pretend' or 'make-believe' type games. They are boring and silly and require too much patience. I particularly hate playing them first thing in the morning, so I was a less than willing participant in the monkey game. Christian and La Luz had blast. Her energy was endless and she sang some song about turkeys in trees avoiding getting cooked as we drove to school. At around 8 o'clock I left her at ASH, running full speed down the hallway to her classroom. She seemed fine. At noon the nurse called to say she had fever of 101.9 and that her teachers noticed she 'just wasn't herself'. Incidentally, Christian picked up on this last night and asked me to stop at store to get some Motrin because he thought she was sick. When I got home I decided she was fine, however. I feel terrible that I didn't pick up on it. Most moms know their kid is sick before it even happens. I hate to think why I didn't pick up on it. I would like to believe it is simply because I am not perceptive and not because I am too self-involved.

Fortunately, after an afternoon of Tylenol and Motrin rotation and lots of rest, she seems to be on the mend, though her head was still hurting her when I put her to sleep. Unfortunately, she missed out on an afternoon with Kelsea and we were told to keep her out of school tomorrow so she will miss the Hoe Down. It is tough to explain to a three year old why they have to miss out on things they really want to do. It sort of broke my heart to see how sad it made her feel. In addition to the fact that La Luz feels bad and is totally bummed about missing out on fun activities, Christian and I have to figure out what is going to happen tomorrow since we were specifically told that she cannot return to school. I am supposed to be in Baton Rouge for work and Christian has to teach and coach the first game of the State playoffs. There is certainly something to be said for being a stay at home mom or your own boss, and we don't fit into either category. Rock, Paper, Scissors anyone?