Sick Days
Little Man was recently sick for almost a week with a virus and eventual war infection. Thankfully he had no other real symptoms other than a fever that just stubbornly hung on. We rested, begged him to eat and drink, and enjoyed lots of time on the couch watching the Olympics. Even the cat sat with him, when normally she would rather be anywhere else. He first started feeling ill at school while I was out of town for the day, and though I was able to get home that afternoon I also had online class that night. The working parent guilt is real, as is the rejection that comes from being the non-preferred parent. All I wanted was Little Man to feel better, but for awhile there it didn't seem I had what he needed. Any hug or reassurance only seemed to help if it came from Husband. When I had to take over so Husband could go to work I became a reasonable alternative, but watching your kid be sick is no fun for anyone in the family. Often when making the sick kid decisions -- when...