Sick Monkey

This morning Charlie woke up with a temp of 101 and some green nose pudding on his face. Poor thing. I also woke up with a sore throat, but no nose pudding or fever. He's had a runny nose since Friday, but it just now started looking infected. His first day back to preschool was Thursday, so it only took 3 1/2 hours of being in that church nursery for him to pick up a bug.

I want to like the preschool. I'm trying to like the preschool. I can't tell you one good reason not to like them, other than the Hair Puller thing, which isn't even their fault and would be an easy problem to find at any preschool or daycare in town. Maybe it's just the fact that I know nobody else is going to take care of my baby the same way I will. I love having time away from Charlie twice a week, but I hate the thought of him chewing on other kids' toys and picking things up and slobbering on them, especially now with the swine flu floating around. Last year he constantly had a cold. As soon as school was out, he got over it. Now he's sick again after only one day. I don't really like the two ladies who work in the baby room; I get the feeling they are hiding things from me. Maybe because they didn't tell me about Hair Puller until I asked. When I picked him up Thursday, they said he had a "fair" day, and that he still doesn't want to be around other kids. I didn't get a chance to ask about Hair Puller.

Argh. I'm going to take some Tylenol and go back to bed. This being awake stuff is for the birds.