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Bad mom or Good swimmer?

W started throwing up yesterday JUST as we sat down in the miniscule allergist's office to get one of his twice weekly shots. Red, fruit rollup, all over me, you get the picture. Needless to say we skipped the shots and beelined out of there after I successfully wiped up a good sized pool of vomit with a few paper towels. The power of momness. Wow.

By his second round of hurling at 7pm, it was clear he was not deathly ill, and thus began the needling itch in my brain that goes "Hmmm, I think I can still swim tomorrow, right?" Bad mom.

I did sleep on his floor last night and was able to leap up and catch the third round of vomit before it hit the floor. I also took his temperature (normal) and continued to sleep on the perilous floor all night with no interruption. Good mom.

And yes, I got up at 5, felt his forehead (normal), and made a break for the pool. And did a 700 warmup, and then 6 x 500's. Good swimmer.

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AM! said…
oooh, i sooo hear you! Annab woke up sick on Tues and my first thought was "how am i gonna get my workouts in now?!' bad mom. i know!
but I took her to the doc (good mom) and finagled my workouts in- which i know make me better equipped to handle everything else in mom-ville.;-)

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