ARGH!!!! I just hate myself sometimes. Last night when I went to pick my son up from summer day camp - he was laying down because he had a slight fever and he told him his tummy hurt. Instantly, my mind starts racing and my heart starts pounding. All I can think of is I can't do this - what if he v* in the car! He didn't know I was there yet, so I went outside and used my cell to call my mom (who lives nearby) and ask her to come get him because I couldn't handle it. What is wrong with me!?! She came right away and picked him up, took him to her house and said he can stay there until my husband got home from work because she knows how I am about illness. God bless her for being as understanding about this situation as she is - but she shouldn't have to come to my rescue when my own son is sick! I went home and cried my eyes out until my husband got home. Some days I just don't know how much more of this stinking phobia I can handle. We're supposed to leave in just over a week for a week long vacation and we'll have to drive 15 hours to get there. My son never did v*, but he did have a fever through the night last night and keeps saying that his stomach husts. My husband stayed home with him today. Now, I'm SO paranoid about this vacation. There just isn't time for a sv* to go through our household in a week in time for everyone to be ok for the trip.
Sorry all - this isa big ass rant - but I just want to be somwhat freakin normal sometimes!