Not much is as sad as seeing your child sick. Well, maybe one thing: seeing your child sick, heading out the door to work, and knowing that the adult who is responsible for her care that day is going to let the house go to complete hell. Forgive my drama, but sweet Pete — this drives me bananas.
My daughter had a nasty cold this past week, complete with fever. So that means one thing for sure: NO DAYCARE. I stayed home on the first day, secretly happy about throwing the cares of work out the window — trading in deadlines and endless documentation for pajamas, movies, and needy toddler snuggles. I really don’t mean to sound so terrible as to suggest that I was happy that she was sick so that I could stay home, but I felt good knowing that her Mommy was there to making her cozy and wait on her hand and foot.
And while she was cozy and content with her movies and light snack, I was able to clean the house and do laundry. When my husband came home, things were in order and all taken care of.
Fast forward to the next day. I couldn’t stay home again because work was piling up. It was my husband’s turn to stay home. Less than two hours into my work day, I see a picture of toddler-Daddy drama developing on Instagram. Although it was tongue-in-cheek, I could see where this day was going. I received a text soon after I signed out of work that evening, gearing up to head out, that said, “I hope you’re on your way home.” And then I walked in the house. I knew what I would see. I tried to brace myself. But no matter how many times you see it, it just never gets easier to accept. On the counter were to-go pizza and French fry boxes, cookies, Cheese Nips, pretzels. Stuff everywhere. EVERYWHERE. The look of desperation in his eyes. His suggestion that I just have no idea what he went through today. Huh. OK.
I must let you know that he is a great Dad and those two have a really wonderful relationship. I don’t mean to complete destroy him. But, oh man! For the life of me I’ll never understand what happens during these times that they are alone together and things go off the rails. What I do know is that she had pizza and French fries for dinner and was able to catch up on all of her Leap Pad games. I also know that she was happy and had a great time hanging out with Dad — well on the road to recovery. And I think that my husband was ready to go back to work.