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[lizzybennet]

My motherly instinct did not steer me wrong this time. If I had sent Zack to school, he would have had his own traumatic childhood story to relate. He is sick, sick, sick. Sitting on the toilet, with his head in the trashcan...does it get anymore sick than that. He said "Mom, I think this is the end for me." I replied "What do you mean?"I'm hoping he means the end of his sickness. But, no. In true Dramatic Zack fashion, he means the end of his life. My poor boy. I had one of those awful "DON"T GIGGLE" mom moments. I forced myself to keep a straight face, and assured him that as horrible as barfing is, it is not the end for him. He will yet live to see tomorrow.

I will not be attending book club tonight :( I haven't had time to write my paper, and even if I had I wouldn't feel right leaving Zack.

Shucks. I'll just have to comfort myself with "Earl" and "The Office". Hmm. From discussing victorian gothic novels to watching mindless tv. bummer.

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[mysteena.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the well wishes. He feels much better today, but I kept him home just to prevent the spread of germs around the classroom. (One of my pet peeves is parents sending their sick kids to school to infect the rest of the children.)