I had a Mom of Year sort of day today.
Last night, the Girl's eye was bugging her. And I? Was all hmmm? What?
This morning? Her eye was a little bit light-reddish. Shut up. That's not the same as pink.
I read to her class this morning. We're in the middle of Because of Winn-Dixie. I didn't look directly at the Girl. Because her eye? Was still a little bit off-maroon. Shut up.
And then? I left her at school. And went to work. (Not really.) (Yes, I did.)
What? Shut up.
I had meetings.
And then? I spent a half an hour on the phone with the doctor's office begging them to just puh-leeaze call in a prescription for translucent-scarlet eye. I even played the working single mom card. (Not really.) (Yes, I did.) But they still wouldn't. F-ers.
So then? I spent the rest of the day screening calls. Fully intending to let any calls from school, like, the health office, specifically, go to voice mail. (Yes, I did.) (Yes, I did.)
What? Shut up.
It's not like pale-claret eye is painful. It's just itchy and like, gross.
But they didn't call. She did go to the health office, but the nurse? Apparently? Is also a working mother. Because the nurse gave her a wet washcloth and sent her back to class.
When I got home I Googled pinkish hue in the ocular area. And Google? Was never a working mother. Because Google? Was all take her to the doctor you slacker maternal unit.
24 comments:
Yeesh.
Google obviously has several parental units, none of which work, all ready to jump and go for everything. I'd like to purchase a few myself. And a little pale claret eye never killed anyone.
Your mothering is identical to my mothering.
Google is an ignorant slut.
I often wonder how you single moms do all that you do. I also think my family is spoiled rotten because they know I'm almost always available for any of their needs.
Tummy ache? Call Mom. She's not doing anything. She can pick you up.
Forgot your homework/oboe/lunch/whatever? Just call mom.
I think I'm going to join my working-mom sisters and go on strike!
I don't even have a real job - other than to take care of these kids full time - and I only take them to the doctor in dire circumstances.
Don't you have a wife for these situations?
She probably never told you about the time she made her kid go to bed with a broken hand.
Google is always so insulting.
heh. google can link any malady to a terminal disease--i never pay it any mind. it is an ignorant slut.
Yeah, been there. It's why I never ever throw out the eyeball antibiotics. Saves fighting with the doctor's office.
No body likes going to the doctor anyways... Unless he's really ht. Oh wait, that's your wife's doctor. She should get doctor duty...
Like I would never put my kid on the bus with a fever, except didn't know he had one. really i didn't. Because I? wasn't paying attention obviously....
I would have blamed the lighting......and not seen a thing!
So there was this time that I sent my son to school even though he claimed his stomach hurt. And that he was nauseous. Because? Because he is such a faker.
Except that day when he puked his little 5 year-old heart out on his desk in the first 45 minutes of school.
Bad mother who?
I've taken a break from working because I spent more time worrying about the school or daycare calling me. Yeah, that's what I'm calling it these days.
Couple years ago, oldest boy couldn't sleep due to a tummyache. Dad of the year here told him to go sit on the throne, because that had been the cure every time so far. Besides, it was late and I was tired. After several hours of it only getting worse, I took him to the ER, cursing inside my head the whole time because it was going to be another $100 down the drain because something he ate just didn't agree with him. Only it was appendicitis.
I'd do the same, except I'm my working friends' *person*.
You need a person to pick up magenta eyed kiddos.
oh my goodness. i can relate. totally sent my kid to school last week with peachy-taupe-ish eye. i lubed her up with leftover ointment from 2003. problem solved. and as my late mother told me when she did the same thing to me in the 1970's-- "WHEN YOU GET INTO THE BUILDING, DO NOT SAY PINK EYE!"
this was simply awesome.
OHmommy sent me but I will be back.
Aunt of the year: yeah, rub some dirt in it, while I go ride my bike, you'll feel better later. HEHEHE, just kidding. I love you.
MAS
Well, Mother's Day is still like 11 months away, so I think you're ok!
I had to laugh at USDA Sarcasm. My husband did the same thing to ME! Why do men think a good sh*t will take care of everything??
Anyway, just wanted to let you know you're not alone. Been there, did all of that. And one time, I was late getting the kids to school and the Girl missed a field trip. Did I let her stay home with me? Nope. She was the only 4th grader at school that day.
I amsure through it all The girl took great comfort with the new bear.
Glad she is doing better.
ILY. TTYS.
Been there. Done that.
I hope the doctor gave you some Vicodin to send to me.
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