Poor Livie has had a cough so I kept her home from school yesterday. Last night she actually slept pretty well and had a minimum of coughing so I got her up for school. And then the violent hacking commenced. Poo. So I told her I didn't think she should go to school after all. To which she cried and begged to go. ??? How do you argue with a kid who WANTS to go?
So she and Sammi head out the door, I lock it and fall back into bed since I literally, and I do mean
literally did not sleep even one wink last night. 5 minutes later I hear violent banging on the door. Grumble, grumble.. stumble, stumble...tripping while I put my pants back on.. BANG BANG BANG! I skip putting my glasses on since I know who it's got to be... I grumpily open the door to find a bloody mouthed Livie crying and Sammi all teary eyed trying to console her.
Apparently she slipped on the ice and smacked her mouth. Then as Sammi was bringing her home she slipped again! Poor kid.
I knew I should have kept her home today. How is it that we can always make it our fault?
