Torked

I don't know where that word came from, or if it's even really a word. But that's how I feel - irritated, mildly annoyed, etc. This is the first school day that Kenna has even been well enough to go to school. She has been playing normally for a few days now (no more lying around all day) and her nose hardly needed to be wiped yesterday at all. So I figured I was fine to send her to school. Woke up to more snow, of course, so after I shoveled the driveway I got her to school. I had no more than walked in the back door, taken off everyone's shoes and coats, and settled down in front of Pride & Prejudice to give Spence a bottle before his nap, when the phone rang. It was Kenna's teacher. She wasn't feeling good, she was lethargic, she kept wiping her nose and asking for mom. GIVE ME A BREAK, CHILD, YOU WERE PLAYING ANIMATEDLY WITH YOUR SISTER AT HOME 1/2 HOUR AGO. Luckily I hadn't put Spencer down for his nap yet, so I put everyone's shoes and coats back on, hopped back in the car, and went to get Kenna. I did the bad mommy thing of leaving Emma & Spencer in the car (locked in) while I ran in to get Kenna, since I WAS NOT going to drag everyone in and out twice. Of course kenna perked up the moment I walked through the door, with NO TRACES of a runny nose, I might add. Now Spencer is walking around eating old dried noodles off the floor, which is funny, because he won't eat them off a spoon when they are warm and NOT on the floor. On the upside, we are taking the kids to Carl's Jr tonight for dinner because it's 'kids eat free'. It may seem funny to some of you that this excites me, but any relief is profoundly welcome!!