Today was Monday which is my least favorite day of the week for obvious reasons.
This one was particularly bad because we sent the toddler to daycare with our fingers crossed, hoping he was well enough to endure it. They were supposed to call us if he seemed not himself, and — to my surprise — the call never came.
When I picked him up today, he looked a lot like this:
Except he wasn’t wearing a suit. But that’s pretty much the look he had on his face. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to slap myself for leaving him there all day when he didn’t feel good, or slap the unsuspecting teachers who didn’t think he seemed sick enough to call us. I decided they deserved it more than me, so I hurried out of there before I said or did anything psychotic.
I’m a very nice person usually but I’ve noticed that when it comes to my son, all bets are off. I’m going to have to keep an eye on that.