Why, Oh Why...

Why did Ambi have to come down with the snotties this week? I love my baby, of course I do, but you really have to know my little ray of sunshine to understand wy I want her to be in school everyday.

Yes, I want her to get an education. Yes, I want her to get therapy. Yes, I believe she needs her routine. I also firmly believe mommy needs a serious break, already.

This week has been nuts. Amber snotted her way into the house on Friday. Got progressively worse over the weekend, then perked up Monday morning. Not boogies, no coughing. I sent her merrily off to school feeling like a good mom because I medded her up 'just in case' she coughed at all.

Parenting skills: FAIL.

Two hours after school began we got a call from the school nurse stating Amber looked like a glazed donut from Hades come to attack them all. Ok, maybe not in so many words. but I like colorful descriptions. My husband is telling her that she was fine, but yes, he will come get her. We really have not a lot of faith in this nurse, she thought some chapped lips were signs of the Chicken Pox Apocalypse last month. Again, Parenting skills: FAIL.

Ambi is hacking like it's whooping cough. She snots into the house and all over me in a big, happy sickies hug. Yeah, this is looking to be a real winner of a week, especially when her dad informs me he told them we were keeping her out...ALL wEEK.

My first thought after that gem? Kill me now. Really. Put a gun to my head.

I promise you, I love my kids. It's just the thought of the three of them ganging up on me and hubby for an entire week with snotty faces that has me wanting to crawl into the nearest hole and hide. You see, I knew, KNEW that she would infect us all. Yes, I know, better us than the rest of the school district. Little germbags that kids are, one of THEM infected my pookie...you have to understand the need for vengence here.

No, I won't spike the milk cartons.

The worst of it all was today. Ambi spent all day needing no meds yestereday. No hacking cough, no snotties, and a great mood. She woke up this morning looking better than she had since last Friday. I was relieved, especially since each day she has been asking to 'Go to cool' woth that stuffed up voice. Pretty cute, but I couldn't let her go. This morning, though, I got up early, had her bath ready, gave her a dose of meds right before bus-time, only to have her begin the choking cough and wiping her fresh boogies all over her sweater. What the heck?!? Out I go to the bus to tell them I was wrong, she wouldn't need them today.

I thought Ambi was going to kill me for not letting her go. Couldn't do it. No way. I knew she would end up feeling worse and then they'd call for us to come get her. So, I promise to take her shopping for a Christmas tree instead. She lit up like the sun and school was forgotten while we readied ourselves for the big day ahead. Breakfast, dressing her siblings, and making sure that her Spongebob was ready to go. It was going to be a great day!

Parenting skills: FAIL.

From pulling out of the driveway the kids began fighting in the back. Buddy, the 2 year old, decided to beat Ambi with his bead toy. Ambi screeched, then hit him back. Teesie, the 4 year old, wanted to know if we were going to the store. Repeatedly...Are we going to the store? One store? Two stores? Are we going home?

And it didn't stop...all day. Kind of like this post, it went on and on.

Ambi IS going to school tomorrow. Nurse be damned. Oh, did I mention that right after the bus left, the cough and snots went away? Yes...they're gone, just like that bus. We're dropping her butt off tomorrow. And I am not looking back, not for at least 5 minutes, anyway.