Sick Days

Last night, I mentioned that Carrie went to bed feeling sick.

She woke up feeling like crap, too. Carrie "I think I have the Flu" McWifey asked me to stay home and help.  Normally, Shane would be at Nana's and I could go to work, but Nana Day-Care is unavailable.

I was planning on using a sick/personal day for childcare purposes at some point this month, but I thought it was going to be a pre-planned, sub-arranged, room cleaned, and lesson plans printed sort of deal.

Oh well. Sick leave is for unplanned absences anyway. It's my third absence this year, so I'm not overusing it.

I go a little nuts if I stay around the house all day, so Shane and I went out on some pre-nap adventures.

First, Shane "Escalator Crazy" McToddler made me ride the escalator a dozen times at the sporting goods store. I figured I owed the store a buck for the free rides and bought a mouthpiece for the next time I go to Muay Thai. I wanted to go tonight (since I haven't been for more than 20 minutes since the sparring), but that doesn't seem likely now.

Next, Shane and I went to the pet store on the way home. We looked at birds, rats (Remy!), puppies, and stuck our fingers in fish tanks when Dada moved too slow. Sadly, the hobby store was closed, or we would have poked around some toy trains, too.

We were out long enough and had enough fun that Shane went down for his nap before 1 PM. He wanted me to stay with him, but I politely told him "see you later" this time. He was a little mad for about 3-4 minutes before zonking out.

Now, I get to check work email and blog. I'm always a little paranoid about staying home when I should be at work. I want to compulsively check the work email when I stay home, but if I get near the computer Shane demands to see garbage trucks on YouTube.

Anyway, that's the scoop for now. I pray that Carrie will feel better tomorrow, so that I can go back to work.