Mother of the Year

All of the kids felt crummy this morning, with various stages of the cold the new school year brought into our home. Jack was the only one with a fever, and the girls were begging to go to school, and Henry decided that since there were no video games on sick days, he might as well go to school with the girls. Jack settled onto the sick couch while I ferried the youngest three off to school. I checked the girls in and went out to the playground to check on Henry one last time before I went home. He was sitting down with his head in his hands, so I convinced him to ditch school and come home with me.

About an hour later, I got a call from the school secretary: "You have another soldier down. Olivia just threw up all over the hallway." Three minutes later, as I was walking through the school doors, Grace was coming in from the playground with the playground teacher, blood pouring from her nose. She fell and hit it on the monkey bars. I carried my vomit and blood covered babies out to the car and went home, feeling like the worst mother ever. Checked on the dinner in the crockpot, which I had forgotten to plug in! Four hours ago! Parasites!

Oh, and the washing machine is broken. Someone left screws in their pockets again. Barfy, bloody laundry! Grace came and sat in my lap with a very sad face, "I thought this would be a great day, but it is making me want to cry." Thank God I have a secret stash of chocolate that we could sneak behind the sick kids' backs....