It all started off with good intentions. Toddler boy was going to go to pre-school today, honest. But then I started thinking. Should I send him? You know, what with all this sickness and diarrhea and chickenpox going around. The hubby then suggests that I keep him off, because he has an important appointment which he can’t really miss at the start of next week and his sister is about to have her MMR (after the 4th month of rescheduling). This leads to a long convoluted discussion which revolves around the principle that if we didn’t know people that had these conditions through friendship, we wouldn’t know and so would just send him. All I could picture was the pre-school sick bowl I almost walked into on Tuesday morning, coupled with the smiling face of pre-school key worker “… don’t worry this particular child is sick almost every morning, he works himself up…”. I clearly looked shocked and disbelieving.
But, you see, if I kept the Toddler off, I could hardly take the baby to music class. A place that is notorious for germ catching (in the eyes of my mother) and somewhere which I love going to, but have to admit, was slightly put off by the baby throwing up about 1 inch from my shoe all over the instruments. (I’m sure they get cleaned though). OMG the dilemmas of parentood raise their head again.
Neurotic or not? In the end, I opted for a straw poll, I phoned my mum, the hubby (just to clarify his position) and my friend. 3 out of 3 people went for the self imposed quarantine and so I felt justified in staying at home. I was easily influenced by them, self preservation is becoming my key mode of thought and I didn’t really fancy yet another night sitting on the cold, cold bathroom floor throwing my innards up into the loo.
However, the Toddler had other ideas as soon as he realised he wasn’t going to school his attitude changed from ” me no go school, me cry, me cry mamma, me no go” to ” me want go school mamma, purlease, peease, purlease mamma”. It’s moments like this that require all the patience and steadfastness that one can summon up. Wavering decision making is clearly not the best parental trait. Note to self.
Self imposed quarantine brings with it its own issues. Guilt being the worst! ‘I must try to make sure I cover as much of the EYFS framework as is humanly possible in a day‘ being one part of this guilty complex. Hence; building blocks, painting, printing, chalk, a walk and discussion about the weather, television, making pastry and then cooking a whole pie, reading, singing and finally indoor football.
Recite after me: “please God, don’t punish me, keep my children healthy until after 10.00 on Tuesday morning, forgive me for encouraging, aiding and abetting this truancy, thank you very much…”