Feeling very competent right now

Last night as I was getting ready for bed I heard the ominous seal-like cough coming from Liza's room, indicating that it was time to haul out the vap-o-rub and humidifier. Luckily after we got her to stop screaming and take some drinks of water, she was much better, and she slept through the rest of the night without a peep.

She was still gargly this morning, though, and I had to make the call about whether to send her to school or not. On the one hand, she wasn't particularly snotty or coughing, and she didn't have a fever. On the other hand, she still sounded like she had a shot of Listerine in the back of her throat, and she was a lot less, um, manic than she normally is in the morning. And I really needed some time to finish up a project I'm smack in the middle of for Lazy Mama.

In the end I had pity on the other preschool parents and kept her home. I really don't want to be the mother everyone else silently curses because her kid hacks all over theirs all day at preschool. And I think I did thr right thing, since Liza was remarkable well-behaved at the grocery store (when she doesn't make a grab for the candy in the checkout line, it's a tip-off that something's not right), and when she had a tantrum a few minutes ago I laid down with her on her bed, and she was out like a light about 3 minutes later with no books, no CDs, and no complaints.

Hallelujah!

Let the pattern editing commence! Because I've got some Tummy Time on the Prairie quilt kits that are burning a hole in my craft table, waiting to get out the door, and I've only got a 24-hour window before I come down with whatever Liza's got.