Never Say Never

Last week took a completely unexpected turn with a Wednesday that seemed much more like a Tuesday...

From the get go Wednesday just felt off. We were running a little late and I apparently was not as in tune as I normally am. While making our way down Mcloughlin to Highway 224 I got gunned and stopped by a lovely City of Milwaukie Motorcycle Cop. I was allegedly doing 64 in a 45. There was no excuse for this. I kindly accepted my ticket to the tune of $160 and continued on to work. I was proud of Collin; he didn't laugh or say anything to me that may have ended with him sitting on a curb somewhere between there and work. The only positive is that I have NEVER had a speeding ticket and should be able to do a diversion program. I will be calling the court this morning to find out, or at least start the process.

The rest of the work day was honestly fine. Just zipped by at it's normal pace, had a hilariously awesome staff meeting after lunch. At second (last) break, Collin and I got ice cream. Yep, on Wednesdays during the summer they sell ice cream at last break at my work. We sat out in the courtyard basking in the sun while enjoying our frozen (and in my case minty) treat.

After that it all went to pot.

Climbed the stairs to head back to my fortress of solitude (aka my cubicle), arrived at my desk and found that I had a new voicemail... From Emma's daycare... I listen to the message and they inform me that my little hellion is "vomiting" and "uncomfortable" (mind you she's teething; most likely top and bottom teeth coming in) and that we need to come get her. I call them back and tell them we should be there within an hour. Get there, and as I already knew, the admin advised that she cannot be at daycare until she is 24 hours symptom free. I then walk into the room where they are just finishing feeding her the third and final helping of her solids.

Mind you, the key symptom sited was what? Oh, yea, vomiting. Yet here my little monster sat being fed curried sweet potatoes and apples. On top of that, miraculously for a vomiting child, she was still in her original outfit that I dropped her off in. And in order to keep her home they typically need to site two symptoms so her second was that she was uncomfortable.

Because no baby before her has ever been uncomfortable while teething... Right?

Then the teachers were telling me how she was doing this and that and this and the other thing, and they thought it was more than teething. So, remember how I mentioned that they had just finished feeding her? I terrifyingly awaited this vomiting. The whole ride home, and for a decent chunk after we got home as she proceeded to play and crawl and jump in her exerciser. Lo and behold, it never came.

So I got to (luckily) work from home with her on Thursday. It went better than I expected and gave us some fun mommy & Emma time that we haven't really had since my maternity leave. And after I was done working for the day at 2ish, her and I went grocery shopping.

Needless to say, she never vomited. Her appetite was less than normal, and I know the daycare loves her for being like clockwork, so if anything I am guessing they were feeding her as normal, and she was too full so up it came. This teething business does weird things to their tiny bodies. A friend went through a similar situation with her little one at our daycare, but hers always "had a fever". Keep in mind we don't get reimbursed for these "sick days"...

Well, that is all for now. Tomorrow I will shoot for a commute related post sans police involvement. Now to clean the baby smudges from my glasses and attack this Monday like a PMSing woman attacks wine and chocolate.

Random thought of the day:
Mom's are made up of six key components: blood, sweat, tears, coffee, wine, and most importantly love.