As a working mom, that has to be the one dreaded call. You know, the one that informs you that your son or daughter is sick and you must immediately come and pick them up. Enter heavy sigh here
I feel for my kids when they are sick but let’s face it, it never happens at a convenient time. Like today, I had postponed my morning projects to work on the Halloween display at our video store. Just as I was about to get started on the office projects, the phone rings and it’s the school informing me that my eldest (E) had a sore throat and wants to come home and oh yeah, your second daughter had a fall and has a scrape that’s been iced but she’s back to class now… just so you know. Oh okay, good.
Imagine my surprise when I get to the school and pick up my oldest, I’m greeted by the news that J is hysterical in the sick room crying for me. Instant pang to my heart. Of course when mommy gets in the room the waterworks become even louder. Imagine my reaction when i peel back the ice pack and find this just above her hip bone…
Um, so she fell on what? A pipe? Add to that she can only hobble along because her hip is aching and then they send her back to class. Even bending over is difficult. No wonder she’s in tears and near hysterical. The poor child is in pain. By the time I get her in the van, she’s resumed crying hysterically, gasping for breath and now I’m crying too. So it’s off to the doctor’s office we go just to make sure there isn’t something seriously wrong.
Aside from some Advil, a rest on the couch and some cartoons to watch there isn’t much I can do but you can bet I will be investigating where she fell tomorrow. As it is, I am now sitting her typing this one handed while I hold her hand.
So while I feel sorry for my kids, I can't help but flash through all the things I didn't get finished today and lament that every time it looks like I'm going to get some time to get organized something like this happens. If it's not emergencies, then it's dentists appointments, tutoring, or fundraising meetings or hubs has to step out for something that ends up taking two hours. Sigh.
Still, I'd rather be here holding her hand, making sure she has her snack, drink and blankie than be anywhere else.