Today I picked up Anna from preschool and the teacher motioned for me to come inside. One of the kids in line yelled, "Anna's sick!" And the teacher shushed him/her.
I go down to find Anna spewing into a plastic tray while another teacher holds her hair back and wipes her mouth with a washcloth. There's just a little "choke-up" so I'm thinking, hey not too bad. And then I turn to the leftand see the puddle. Ugghh.
This, coupled with the phone call from her teacher last week, "um, I think Anna has pink eye" (which she did) and I'm starting to feel like all the parents are looking at me with judging eyes and are going to keep their kids at arms length!
But really, I don't care.
I don't intentionally send my kids to school sick. Today she said her neck was sore, but by the time I dropped her off she said it was fine, and her teacher even said that she was her happy/playful/energetic normal self today. (Until it was time to go.)
Last week Anna said she got soap in her eye and earlier that morning she had a head to eye socket collision with Payton. Hence the slightly red eye.
Like I said, I don't really care. I'm just starting to laugh at all the mishaps and sickness and trauma that is stacking up in our household lately!
- mon-wed - anna has pink eye
- thursday - conner pukes
- sunday - conner pukes
- tuesday - anna has a night terror
- wednesday - anna pukes
So we clean up the puke, apply eye drops, watch Billy Joel on youtube to calm nighttime fears, and move on. (And seriously, this is not a pity post, I'm doing more than fine. In fact, I'm finding amusement in this misfortunate series of events!)
Anna is settled in watching Enchanted, back to her normal self, munching on dry cereal, and she says to me,
"It's a good thing I still look cute when I throw up."
Ahhh . . . . you can't squelch this girl's vanity.
