Saturday, July 3, 2010

Nurse Hailee

When's the worst possible time that you can think of to get sick?  Right before a long weekend, right?  Okay...so the day before your wedding or the day before you accept an Oscar for Best Actress might bump it out of first place, but it's definitely right up there!  Well, Wednesday night I came down with something and it kicked me in the arse!  I stayed home from work on Thursday, but had to venture out into the real world that evening for Hailee's VERY last t-ball game.  I say VERY last because based on her very honest opinion of it, I seriously doubt she'll play again.  Ever.  According to her "All we do is stand around.  Then we bat.  Then we stand around some more.  Then we throw the ball. Then we stand around some more."  Clearly the child was bored 90% of the time and now thinks she wants to play soccer.  We'll see how that goes with all of the running involved, considering that I can't get her to run and get the mail!

Anyway, Hailee overheard me telling my mom that if I was feeling really bad after the game that I might have her stay at her dad's house that night.  She said in the sweetest little voice ever, "Mommy...I don't need to go to Daddy's house.  I'll take care of you."  Who can pass THAT up?  Nonetheless, I used this opportunity to also negotiate no whining while getting ready for bed and only one story.  Hey...you gotta take advantage of it while you can, right?

Bedtime went smoothly (home run for mom!) and my little angel came in at 6:30 in the morning to make sure I didn't get out of bed.  Umm...I'm sick and it's 6:30....twist my arm, please.  After lots of noise in the kitchen  and lots of questions, she came into my room with breakfast in bed.  Here is what I got:

Yogurt (Can I lick the lid?)
Baggie of Craisins (Because they're your favorite...they're really hers)
Baggie of Carrots
Baggie of Soynuts (Is it okay if I eat these?)
Water

This closely resembled the breakfast in bed that I got on Mother's Day, sans grape tomatoes.  But I loved it.  A few big hugs, but "NO KISSES" and I have to say that it was just what the doctor ordered.

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