Charlotte had her first dentist appointment this morning, and was FANTASTICALLY well behaved. She was picture perfect. Although the dentist *did* use the phrase "significant overbite." I'll start saving my dimes for the braces now.
Got to work, and the day tanked. Stress, with some stress, with a side of stress. Filling out FCC applications that I don't understand, getting out contracts that are urgent but were only requested yesterday (after 4pm thankyouverymuch), and catching crap for what I don't have done. Bad day. Really bad day.
Then at 4:45 day care called to say that Charlotte had had three accidents today with loose bowel movements - she just didn't make it in time. Also, she was complaining that her belly hurt. They said it's something that's running wild through the day care right now. Their policy is that three loose/liquid movements in a row and the kid has to go home. So I figured we'd take it easy this evening, and I'd roll the dice and send her in tomorrow morning. If I could get into the afternoon when my boss headed to the airport, at least it'd look good.
I got to day care, and she came over and said "mommy, my belly hurts." So I packed her up and headed for home. She alternately whined in pain and cried the whole way, which alternately broke my heart and got under my skin. Then right before we got home, she threw up. Twice. All over herself, the car seat, and the seat of my car. Laundry. Lots of laundry. I don't want to think about what my car smells like. I wish it were colder out.
I threw her right in the tub to get all the nastiness off of her. That seemed to cheer her up some, and I suspect she felt better - you usually DO feel better after you throw up. Sadly for my plans for tomorrow, the bowels have moved from "loose" to "completely liquid." Poor kid.
So tomorrow Bob has offered to stay home with her. We'll see how it goes, and I'll take the hit on Thursday if I need to.
It was bound to happen eventually. This is just SO not the week...