One morning last week Elle woke up kind of groggy and felt warm. Sometimes I don't even take her temperature because odds are, we are going to send her to school unless she is super sick, and knowing she may be sick just makes me feel bad. So Wade gives her a little shot of motrin and she peps up enough to fight getting dressed and teeth brush. In other words, she's probably fine.
When I got to school to pick her up, she was sitting still, with her head on the table. Yup, I'm an awesome mom. I got her home and she had a fever and was all congested. The next day she stayed home. Needless to say, she was pretty much fine as soon as she found out she was staying home.
So last night she tells us her stomach hurts and as she said it, I swear I could see the light bulb go off in her head. And before I could even say anything, she said "I think I'm sick again..." Wade and I both cut her off "Oh no you're not. You are going to school tomorrow!"
How in the world does she know already how sweet it is when you get to stay home sick.
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