This is a little girl who had a rough week and was tossed from one adult to another as we scrambled to clear our schedules.
This is a mom who had a guilt-ridden week. Doesn’t she just look like she’s trying to make excuses?
This is the husband who stepped up to the plate and bailed out the mom who had a guilt ridden week and took care of the little girl who had a rough week.
This is the Auntie Grandma that was a lifesaver and helped the guilt ridden mom and husband who stepped up to the plate and helped care for the little girl who had a rough week. (One of the duties of a good Grandma is submitting to queenly make-overs.)
I am so glad, and also hopeful, that we are through this rough week. It started when Jess spiked a fever last Saturday. She ran a high-grade fever all weekend. Mark and I were both staring at hectic work schedules in front of us and a couple of dentist appointments for Jessie that needed to be juggled or rescheduled.
Monday Mark and I split the day to take care of Jess. He stayed home with her in the morning and I came home in the afternoon and took her to the doctor so he could go to work. Mark stayed home Tuesday and we cancelled Jessie’s dentist appointment. She was feeling better as Mark can attest to by the marathon Scrabble tournament. However, she was losing sleep at night due to her congestion. Wednesday she returned to school and we seemed to be in the clear. Thursday afternoon I received a call from the school. Jess had vomited in the bathroom. Mark stepped up, cleared his schedule, picked Jess up from school and took her home. Jess promptly fell asleep for three hours on the couch. I was worried we would have to cancel the other dentist appointment on Friday but Jess was fever-free and feeling well when she woke up.
DGG Karen came over Thursday night to stay with Jess on Friday after I brought her home from her morning dentist visit. Not just any visit. A tooth extraction visit. And her first experience at the dentist besides having her teeth cleaned. Jess was brave and good through the ordeal. She and her Auntie Grandma, DGG Karen, played together all day Friday. Karen looked more tired than Jess when I arrived home from work. Jess can do that to you! She had some minor swelling on Friday night but only fussed when she couldn’t have Doritos. (Jessie, not Karen.) After an exhausting week she fell asleep early for a much needed rest. (Again, Jessie, not Karen. But I imagine Karen might have done the same thing.)
Mark can rest easy, too. He bailed me out a couple of times this week so I wouldn’t have to leave work. Karen deserves a good rest because she bailed both Mark and me out on Friday.
Believe me. It was a crazy week. I feel guilty about not being able to take any significant amounts of time off work this week. Especially Friday because I know that was a scary day for Jess. But, staring a week down, trying to determine how much sick time vs. vacation time you have to juggle for the coming year is one of those things that is much clearer in hindsight. I’m fortunate that I have a family I can count on for support.
But in hindsight, after those little arms went around my neck and Jess cried crocodile tears because she couldn’t have Doritos, I knew I should have stayed home Friday. It was more than Doritos. She was tired. She was sick of being sick and tired. She wanted her mommy to know she had a rough week. It didn’t make everything instantly better for her but she at least knew I was paying attention.
Saturday morning Jessie woke up and looking at the back of her dollar bill she got from the tooth fairy, she read, “It’s good we trust.”
It sure is. Especially for sick little girls and guilt-ridden moms.