sunshine and a mean mom

It's funny how you can catch these little glimpses of positivity in the midst of normalcy or chaos.

The kidlet has been fighting a cold - or we now think back-to-back colds - for about a week now. Started off as a couple of days of a runny nose, went away, and now it's back (or there's something new more likely) that closely resembles the hideously nasty cold that Hubby just had. The poor kid is hoarse!

We're also having a hell of a time figuring out if/when he should go to school. His "fever" isn't really a fever - highest it's been is around 99.5. He's just not a happy camper - and let's face it, when you have a cold, especially a bad cold, who is?

So today the school nurse called me late afternoon to give me a head's up that he had come to visit her and was mushy. Fortunately, we'd already made a doctor's appointment for him (to make sure there was no ear infection - they tend to creep up on him) - so I popped out of work early.

As seems to happen every year - since Kidlet tends to get sick around now a lot - I walked out the door and into 60 degree sunshine. WOW. It was lovely. And I wished I were sitting outside!

The irony - whether I was off to pick up my congested kid or not, I was going to be inside, missing the wonderful weather.

Eh, what can you do? Turns out, Kidlet is ear infection-free, sinus infection-free and has a cold/viral thing. Time, Advil, tissues, and hydration. SIGH. I hope it passes soon - I hate when he's sick. It makes me sad.

My mean mom moment, in the great irony of my life, came after I picked him up. Let's keep in mind that he WANTED to be picked up. So we get home and I explain that I have a late meeting I need to call in to. He wanted to go outside and play and, since he's almost 8, I had no issues with that - he can play outside.

He came stumbling - actually running - in a few minutes later to tell me that his BFF, our neighbor's daughter C, was outside playing. "MomcanIpleaseplaywithC? PLEEEEEASE???"

Now had he not come home from aftercare early - this would be fine with me. Buuuuuuuuuuut....

I said no. And he melted down. He told me I was MEAN, that I had taken his playmates away but not having another kid (dagger - meet heart) and then went outside and sobbed.

Note to self - dealing with an almost 8 year old's meltdown while on a somewhat tense conference call = not what I want to be doing on the first 60 degree sunny day in CT.

I know he was just angry and I know he was over it 10 minutes later but damn, that sort of comments sucks.