(Originally posted in Facebook on August 22, 2019)
I feel like a mom who has arranged a play date. I wish you could have seen me last night. I had M check his wallet, to make sure he had cash. Then we went over how the afternoon/evening will progress – how I will be home from work before his friend will come by and pick him up. The only thing I didn’t do was to write it on the calendar. (Slap myself on the forehead!!)
This morning he woke up with . . . drum roll . . . a stomach ache! I get it. I wasn’t feeling too perky myself yesterday. There might be some sort of bug going around. I could tell he was angling to stay home. But I loaded his lunchbox with Coke, saltines, Tums and applesauce and shooed him out the door. You can do it!
I started to bring out one of the “golden oldies” from my childhood – “You know, if you stay home from work (school) today, I’m going to think you’re too sick to be able to do anything fun tonight.” But I just kept that to myself.