Home from work today with a sick boy. Grandma was here Mon and Tues, as you may recall.
His poop went back to normal and he was a happy fella. Back to daycare Weds, Grandma went home. By the afternoon, liquid poo was back.
I get home from work and give him a big hug... he's hot. Check his temp- almost 102.
Fever hangs on all night. 101 this morning.
I'm home. He's asleep right now. We go to the doc at 10:15.
And Grandma is coming back. I didn't even ask this time. She heard her newest #1 fan is sick and she said "I'm leaving in an hour!"
I love my mom. I love my kids. I love my husband. My boss is being very understanding about my sick boy... given the circumstances, it's a good day, really.