Another sick day.  UGH.  What the heck?! 6th grade has been the year of illness for him.  Total drag. And even though he's old enough to be left alone for a bit, sleeps through the night, and I don't have to hold onto him-I still worry and fret a bit.  It's on my mind.  I need to work out-that will make me feel much better and not so yucky.

I feel stressed when he's sick.  Because? I feel annoyed that I lose my "free time" and have to keep doing the nursemaid thing and I'm not super nurturing and I feel guilty also that I can't be-"Oh, here's your tray and your vase with a flower and rest your weary head."  I was pretty much, "God dammit-you're sick AGAIN???!!!!!" (G: "Mom, you said the bad D word - money into the swear jar!")   It definitely doesn't encourage staying home unless you are truly miserable.  I'm hardcore-if you're skipping school it's because you have a fever, or had a fever last night, or something diagnosable (i.e. strep) or I've seen you throw up.  Just telling me you've puked does not cut it.

 I also may have a thought or two floating around that one of them will be the (odds WAY against) kid who goes from a slight cut on the finger to full on strep infection to death within days.  I know I'm a freak.  I do need to work on that a bit-because it's mentally exhausting to feel like any of us are steps away from death and total loss at every moment.