"Mama! I'm sick!" Yup. 4:00 a.m. my two year old woke me up with those words. She was such a trooper though! Yesterday she fought off a fever all day, and it was gone by bedtime. So I was thinking we'd have a normal Sunday of church, Sunday School, grocery shopping, lunch, then nap. Then I got the wake up call. Luckily I still had a "sick bucket" upstairs from me having problems with my morning sickness, so I got that to her as she stood in the hallway and she held it and her aim was on, so that was good. Then I checked out her room. Only her sheets needed to be changed. None of the dolls, stuffed animals, or herself were hit. Yay! That makes life a lot easier. While I was changing her sheets, she went into our room and talked to her dad while sipping on water. Then she apologized to me a ton for getting sick. "I'm sorry I was sick, Mama!" How sweet! But I also felt bad that she was apologizing. It's not like she could help it. I took her temp again before putting her back to bed, and it was normal. She and I stayed home from church today and now I'm feeling incredibly guilty. The Sunday School superintendent isn't there and there isn't anyone to teach my class or to take over the Christmas Eve practice. My husband said to not worry about it, but I do. My mind was already coming up with solutions to the problem while I was cleaning up. He said it will all be figured out, so I shouldn't worry. I'm trying my best not to. My daughter will stay on the BRAT diet for today and then we'll see how she's doing. I keep doing the "mom" check for fever (you know, put the back of your hand or your wrist on the forehead and cheeks), and she seems fine. She doesn't want to eat, but she's drinking plenty, and her dad will pick up some juice and applesauce for us. She's watching a movie (a real treat in this house!) and doesn't want anyone near her unless she needs some more water. I think she'll be fine. Poor babe! It's always tough when it's your own kid, I think. Oh, and I also think she got some of her attitude about being sick from me. When I was so sick a few months ago, she would hear me talk about it like it wasn't a big deal and just a part of life. She didn't cry or anything, just accepted it. Though she did tell me she would never get sick again.