Decisions decisions…..

Another morning with chicken soup for breakfast.  We are definitely on the mend, but I would put her at 70% and no more.  I’m not sure school is in her future today; but I feel really bad keeping her out, because she will have that much more to make up.  And she already has a full schedule, so I don’t know when she will squeeze it in.

As kids get older, homework gets really stiff.  She seems to be taking it in stride as she is negotiating with me how her day will go.  She is still coughing and her nose is blowing at the rate of 10 tissues a day.  Not too bad, but she is frugal with her tissues.  Not sure where she gets that from.

Actually, as I wrote that she said, I feel like if I use the whole box of tissues Nanna will haunt me in my dreams.  Nanna hates waste!

Nice to know my moms words are sinking in.

I’m staring at her from across the table as she sinks her head right over the bowl to sip up the soup.  She definitely looks better then days past; but the symptoms are pretty disruptive.  If I send her to school, she’ll be sniffling, coughing and blowing, likely causing the kids to eek away from her in class.

So what’s a mom to do?

Have you ever had these conversations with yourself?  I really hate them.

When I took Aspen to the Dr. and she starts asking questions about her ‘new’ patient, she brings up the vaccination schedule, to which I inform her we didn’t follow the schedule……..  I love that conversation.  It was the conversation that sent me from this establishment 12 years ago.  I had a disagreement with one of the doctors and never looked back.  But as I was searching for a ‘referred’ care physician, I ended up in the same building.  New person, same building…..
But I digress.

Ever since my children were born, I have had doubts with every (well nearly every) decision I have made for them.  Being a parent isn’t for sissies and making choices on their behalf is never a calming sensation.

So to sit accross the table from my kid watching her go through her 4th tissue since I started writing this blog, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say she can stay home one more day.  I know if I were a student, I wouldn’t want to be sitting next to the sounds coming out of that little body.

For as sick as she was; the chicken soup is definitely helping; but sometimes we need just good old fashioned rest.

Happy Friday