i was outside planting some hostas when alex got home from school yesterday. i watched him come up the block, loaded with school stuff (it had been locker clean out day), expecting him to be excited. yesterday was the last regular day of school this week - the 6th graders were scheduled to spend thursday and friday camping.
instead, he came up to me with a look of panic. his eye had started itching in reading and he thought it was allergies but now he was worried he had pink eye and what did i think? ummm... as a mama of three, i've played this game before, and yes, it did look like pink eye. ACK. and there it was.. that sinking feeling when they bring you a problem that you can't solve for them. or give them advice to help solve. or really do much of ANYTHING about.
we got him into the pediatrician. matthew took him, since i was covered in mud. the nurse told him at least he'd get a day off school and then realized from the look on his face that that's not.what.he.wanted.at.ALL. and i think we all felt that heartbreak with him.
four doses of eyedrops, a lot of hot compresses and some advil later, they cleared him to go. we got there just after 1 - about 3.5hours after the rest of the kids. he dumped his gear and a teacher took him to find his group. and this mama exhaled for the first time since he'd come home the day before.
i can't wait to hear the stories he comes home with.