So on top of AM’s cold virus he seems to have some sort of minor tummy ailment. There were a couple of days of generally upset stomach, followed by “loose poop!” (as we call it) in the middle of the night. He’s barely eaten the past couple of days, subsisting mostly on cinnamon toast and bananas and animal crackers.
Naturally he’s not his perky self. He hasn’t had an interrupted night since the middle of last week and he’s had no protein to speak of in a few days; he refused to eat chicken on shabbat, and I won’t give him milk or cheese with an upset stomach.
But I sent him to school anyway. That’s where he’s picking up this garbage. I know it’s the wrong attitude to have, but if I don’t send him, then I miss what I am committed to do.* I have no backup; Taxman’s parents don’t live in the same city and don’t have a car. In an emergency they could be here in two hours.
I won’t send anyone to school with a fever, or something glaringly icky. But he seemed fine this morning. The school has my number, but nobody called me to come pick him up after he had an accident. Though his teacher claimed that he didn’t feel well, hadn’t eaten well (this is a huge indicator for them–in the first couple of weeks of school, before we started the cycle of 4,000 viruses, he ate with a huge appetite all the time and if he doesn’t they want to know why–even if he’s not sick at all!), and wasn’t himself, he was sitting at the table in his usual place, eating a piece of banana. He cheerfully bade goodbye to everyone. I have no doubt that he was tired today–we all were–but if he’s too sick to participate? CALL ME. I have a cell phone. I’m five minutes away. Don’t call me out in front of the two year olds. The only other adult present was the other Anglo mom, who has precisely the same commitments that I do (we sit next to each other in ulpan) and has nothing but sympathy for my position.
It would be nice if we were all feeling tip-top, but if I wait for that it might be April. And I hear spring is when the lice come out. Joy.
* Learn Hebrew. I have figured out that I can miss one class a week or so without losing ground, though the discussions are always worthwhile. Today we had a 20-minute fight about adverbs, which proved to me that Asian nations have nothing to fear from the educational systems in English speaking countries. And I had a revelation about the verb לתאר