before heading off to kindergarten on monday, s complained of a sore throat. quick mommy assessment of complaint: no fever, child bouncing off walls, long history of crying wolf. the conclusion? give 'er some motrin & throw her on the bus. after school she seemed a bit touchy in walmart, and didn't want to eat the holy grail of all child dinners-- the mcdonalds cheeseburger happy meal. it wasn't until later in the evening when she complained again that i felt her forehead. sure enough, blazing hot.
the guilt began to set in, and i made an appointment for the following morning at the doctor's office. there, they gagged the poor child with cotton swabs (the fancy name for q-tips) and the strep test turned positive-- i think-- before the swabs even made contact with it.
poor baby! evil mommy! i sent her to school with strep!
meanwhile, she's asking to go to the thrift shop and to get chinese food for lunch, so i know she can't be feeling all bad. a toy, a book, some egg-drop soup and a 10 day supply of amoxicillin later, we went back home.
this morning she can't go to school, and that's the most depressing part for her. as a mommy, i'm reveling in feeding her goldfish noodle soup for breakfast, watching "go diego, go" with her snuggled up on the sofa, and bringing her popsicles. i've discovered that taking care of a sick daughter (or son) is probably what i'm best at, and enjoy the most in life. that is, as long as they aren't barfing all over the place.