Sick Day

Today, we called in sick. At 6 a.m., I was up and on the phone trying to make an appointment for Tyler to see the doctor. At 6:20 a.m., Lydie was awake and ready for breakfast. By 7 a.m., I was tired enough to feel like I'd put in a whole day's work. Not necessarily a good start.

We scheduled an appointment for Tyler at 1:20 p.m., and after three hours in the doctor's office, complete with a strep test, a chest x-ray, bloodwork, no naps, and very little food, we were sent home with instructions to ride out the end of this virus that seems to have my little man walking around with a runny nose and moderate fever. The doctor seemed to think that this bug has been running its course long enough that Ty would be as good as new within a day or so.

I was panicked for a while there because Ty and I have airline tickets to go to San Antonio tomorrow afternoon for Kai's birthday. I surely didn't want to travel with a sick child and then turn around and get all the other children sick. Thankfully, the doctor seems to think we shouldn't need to worry about taking our germs on the road.

In all honesty, I was going to Texas no matter what. I might have chosen to take Lydie instead of Ty (which would have really stunk because Lydie is not much of a birthday party animal quite yet), but I wasn't going to miss this trip. I need familiar faces, familiar territory, and some time away like I've never needed those things before. I'm pretty darn desperate.

And, with Ty as my official traveling companion, I'm looking forward to a great time.

I'm sure the poor kid has watched a lifetime worth of Sprout shows and Wiggles DVDs the past few days, but I wasn't sure how else to manage. Thank God for television. How did parents ever survive without it??