Preschool Panic: We be Illin'

Germs everywhere!

We're in the final stretch of the infamous preschool search, which means that at least once every week you can find us examining yet another institute of lower learning throughout the Los Angeles area.  Last week we took the Muffin Man with us on one of the tours, because they like to have the kids check out the school and see if they are comfortable in the environment.

I thought this was a great idea and Noah enjoyed playing with the other kids.  He even got to bring home a special, preschool-specific party favor called THE FLU.

That's right, my friends, thanks to some dirty little preschooler who also loves to play with firetrucks and plastic screwdrivers, we have been struck down with a nasty virus.  Oh my goodness, having a sick kid sucks.  Thursday night Noah was up every hour crying and coughing and sneezing and not sleeping.  Add to this equation a three month old who wakes up every three hours like clockwork, and you've got a recipe for a parenting nightmare.   

There is a special place in Hell for the parent who sent their sick kid to school last week. 

Now I'm sick, the baby is sick, and the Hubby is sick.  But Noah is feeling a million times better and has all the energy in the world!!!  The only thing I have the energy to do is lay in my bed moaning while I repeatedly blow my nose and drink mint tea.  Shockingly, my son doesn't find that very entertaining, which is why I'm thankful that Amazon Prime has two seasons of Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood and that my son knows how to work the remote. 

I can't say that I'm proud of this new parenting low that I've reached, but I'm tired and I feel like crap and I just can't right now.  Hopefully I'll be back on my feet before all the screen time does permanent damage to Noah's brain and before the Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood theme song makes me suicidal. 

Oh, and in case you were wondering, no we won't be applying to that preschool.  Because Chris is concerned that if I run into the parent of the sick kid at a future fundraiser he won't be able to prevent me from committing homicide.

Well that, and the classes were more like mild anarchy than structured learning.  Hey, I can let my kid run wild at home, I'm not going to pay somebody else for that.