Alright. Sammy T has been going to "Kindergarten" which is the German equivalent of preschool for about a week. Since he's getting used to it he has only stayed for about an hour WITH me per day. This week was supposed to be one hour by himself with the teachers and kids. Now, his lips have been looking funky for a few days and I thought they were just chapped but since he won't leave the chapstick on I had planned to take him to the doctor to have them looked at. Maybe she could tell me what to do for him.
This morning, I was a mess. Seriously. I took him down there and got him settled in. He was happily playing and I was gestured at to slip out. I had no idea what to do after that. Was I supposed to sit and wait out in the coatroom in case they needed me? Go home? I had no idea. I went and got my coat on. Stepped outside into the drizzly rain. And turned around and came back in a panic. WHAT IF. What if I was supposed to wait? What if they needed me back? WHAT IF SAMMY WAS CRYING INCONSOLABLY? I sat in the coat room until one of the teachers ventured out for something. I asked, what do I do? She said I could wait or maybe it would be better if I took a walk. I probably looked like a nut-job, I could tell I was on the verge of tears.
So, I went home got a couple of things together since I was supposed to take Sammy to the doctor right after Kindergarten. Drove down to the post office on my way, only to find that they were not yet open. Picked up baked goods because, let's face it, in the face of panic-y tearful insanity not much soothes like pastries. Drove back to the Kindergarten and waited quietly in the coatroom until they were ready for me.
Now, Sammy had a great time without me. He played nicely, helped pick up toys, ate his fruit and drank his tea. He even sat on the potty for five minutes with no pants on, without having a fit. The teachers were thrilled that it went so amazingly well. I was relieved. I also felt stupid for panicking and felt a little bit sad for no sane reason. He took his medicine for the car ride and played with the kids for a few minutes more giving it time to kick in.
We get to the doctor's office (having popped in at the post office on the way) and I realize I forgot his little yellow notebook I'm supposed to give them every time we go in. Luckily I was already tired from the earlier frothing and ridiculousness, also I had eaten half a raisin pastry covered in sugar, so I was able to take it in stride. We go in, get seen after nearly an hour's wait. Sammy has
Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease. Apparently this has been a going thing at the Kindergarten and no one bothered to tell me. I mean, is it too much to expect a teacher to give you a heads up, "Hey there's a contagion going around if you see these symptoms take your kid to the doctor!"
Do you remember the part where I said he wouldn't leave the chapstick on? Guess whose chapstick that was? Guess who was still using it? MINE. Fucking A. No kisses. No more Kindergarten until next week. We may need to start over again from scratch meaning I need to come sit in again for a week.
We had to make a few stops on the way home, had to hit 2 pharmacies to pick up the mouth gel prescribed by the doctor since the first place didn't have it in stock. Popped back in to the Kindergarten to drop off the sick note. This wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't have a hell of a time getting Sammy in and out of the car seat. He hates the car seat. But then again if I had a tendency to vomit every time I got in the car* I'd hate it too. On the plus side, no vomit today!
Got him in the house, fed and off to bed. Now I can have a cup of chill-the-fuck-out herbal tea and hope the rest of the day gets better.
*Motion sickness. Hence the medication, which only works so-so.
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