Today was supposed to be the day. After 10 days (if you count the weekends) of me and the kids, today was going to be my day. MY day.
I was going to send the kids to school and then do whatever I wanted. Maybe go for a run. Maybe head to Target. Maybe clean the house. O.k. maybe not that but you get the idea.
The kids were finally going to be back in school and the house was going to be mine all mine again. My how I have missed the solitude of just being alone in my house!
So imagine my dismay when the first words out of Sarah's mouth this morning were "I think I have a fever."
And she was right, she did have a fever. But it was a low grade fever and she really wanted to go to school this morning. (And not so much for the learning part as for the showing-off-her-new-smile part.)
I gave her some Ibuprofen and put the kids in the car. My dream of a day of solitude was still within my grasp.
As we were going through the drop-off line, I looked in the rear-view mirror. Sarah looked a little pale. Her eyes looked tired and she said, "I have a headache."
At that point I realized that I couldn't send her to school. What kind of a selfish mother was I being?
I have a job. And my job title is not Stay at Home Alone Mom.
So we have played Candy Land and I Spy! Eagle Eye. We've read books. We've played math games on the computer and we are about to write thank you notes. (How long do you have to send Christmas thank you notes before they are considered late? I know you have a year after your wedding but I've got a feeling the grace period isn't as long after Christmas.)
Sarah seems to be fine right now (she has actually seemed fine all day) so hopefully she can go to school tomorrow. I've got grocery shopping and laundry to take care of and a prayer group to attend and she has got to show her friends that giant gap in her smile before it's gone.
Stay at Home Mom. It's a good title if you are lucky enough to get it.