At home unexpectedly

I got a call about ten this morning from M’s day care; she’d barfed and would I please come get her?

This is more of a production than it might seem, at first.  We still have no working car (after more than a month without), and the IRS service center is an hour’s bus ride from the day care, which is located seven blocks from our house, and the buses run on a half-hour schedule in the middle of the day—during morning and evening peak, they run at fifteen-minute intervals.  Hence I felt very fortunate to get to the corner and find a bus sitting at the stop, killing a couple of minutes to get back onto schedule, so I was able to leave at once instead of having to twiddle my thumbs for thirty minutes.

(So why was it that L, who works downtown and is much closer to the day care than I am, couldn’t go after M?  Because she’s gone on a business trip to San Antonio today, and can’t be reached, that’s why.)

I got M and walked her home, gave her a combination of albuterol for her wheezing (it now looks as though she’s going to have asthma attacks every time she gets a cold), Motrin for her aches, and cough syrup for the coughing and retching caused by sinus drainage, gave her lunch, and put her down for a nap, which she took to without a whimper—a clear sign she’s not feeling good, since naps normally produce some amount of crying and fuss.  Maybe I’ll even get to have a nap myself, and try to catch up some more from all the sleep I missed Monday night and Tuesday.