Mama Guilt Monday

My mama guilt today ...

Fuzzy has been sick for three weeks. Runny nose, cough, slight congestion, slight fever. Nothing to get us overly worried. He's cutting four teeth, his canines, so I thought a lot of the crankiness and drooling was due in part to that.

I wanted to take him in a week ago. I decided to wait. "It isn't that bad. And, they'll send me home to 'wait it out' anyway." I finally decided to take him to the doctor when his coughing fits were waking him up from sleep and naps.

His fever was 104. Both his ears had "raging" infections. His lungs had pneumonia.

I started to cry. The doctor said, "You either get here too early for us to know what it is, or too late and they're super sick. You'll never make it on time. Don't worry about it."

I'm not so much worried as ... the guilt is eating me alive.

Mama Guilt Monday : No field trip for this Momma!

Thank you to Cop Mama for Mama Guilt Monday...

Snuggles has his first ever first grade field trip on Friday. He cannot wait. And I'm not going. And neither is OH. Because we've farmed the kids out for the week so we can have some alone time to celebrate our anniversary. Alone. In the quiet. Without kids.

"Why aren't you coming? Can't you just come for a little bit? It's just for a few hours...Mimi can take me to school and pick me up. You can just come for the field trip. You aren't even going anywhere! Why aren't you coming?"

My mama guilt-o-meter is dangerously in the red zone. We aren't going anywhere. We are sending the kids away and coming home without them. And we're staying here. But I'm not giving into the guilt. Because I'm dreaming of sleeping in past 6:00 a.m. And breakfast in bed. And not rushing to put my t-shirt back on because someone is crawling into bed with us. And not having to pick any Cheerios off the floor. And not changing any poopy diapers. And sleeping through the night. And listening to the quiet. And not sharing my dessert. And not having to take someone to the bathroom as soon as the food arrives at our table. To name a few.

I hope his teacher takes pictures.