So, let me set the scene. I've got a grant due in less than a week. I started on Saturday. I'm also feeling the pinch for the October rush - I'm already scheduled for a meeting in DC, a 10 day vacation (yea!), guest lecturing a class, and wrapping up two manuscripts. Oh, and I'm also applying for TT jobs.
So, I'm kind a preoccupied, and when my son told me he didn't feel good this morning, I broke into a cold sweat. I mean c'mon, how do kids know when you absolutely can't take a day off because you can't get anything done while comforting him as he yacks into the toilet... In any case, after a bit of pressing, he then says he's feeling better. To be on the safe side I head home with him and take his temperature.
Yup. Normal. At which point he starts to cry because he doesn't want to go to school and would rather stay home. Right. Not gonna happen. So I drop him off and have a super productive morning until I get the call. From daycare. Your son just threw up. Twice. All over. You need to pick him up.