I dislike Inbetweeny days, don't you?
You know, those days that are neither one nor the other.
The snow days that are not snowy enough to make an early judgement call on whether or not to get your child to school.
Then there's the sick days when you have to wake your child up at the usual, unearthly hour of 6.30 am just to see if they're sick enough to stay home! Lest they pull the wool over your eyes, not that my guy does that, or the guilt feelings descend at keeping your child home unnecessarily.
Pre-teen was sent home sick yesterday with inbetweeny tummy pains that were neither one thing nor another. Tummy rumbles that could be signs of a bug, a tummy stuffed with cafeteria food or of an underfed child being packed off to school with a mere slice of toast in his tummy! So the guilty mum feelings immediately envelop, until I reason that I can't force feed what is being refused.
From this early morning awakening from his deep, deep sleep - such a pity - I concluded very quickly that he was just about sick enough to stay home with a tummy bug.
So, we're having an Inbetweeny Sick Day.
While part of me wishes he'd just be fully sick and be done with it, mid term break beckons in 3 days time after all, I'm slowly coming around to the idea that Inbetweeny Days are not too bad really.
He's not sick enough to be howling for my constant attention, brow wiping and human drink dispensing skills. I can calmly ensure he has what he needs.
He's well enough and old enough so that I can nip out to the shops. Of course I issue a myriad of instructions before I leave, a bit like a broken record - or a scratchy CD if I'm to keep up with the times - which eventually elicited a grumpy 'Jeez (or words to that effect) mum, just GO'.
See, while an Inbetweeny Day means I have to stay home more it doesn't totally restrict me.
I'm beginning to see that this is quite a good thing as I realise I'm not doing my usual tail-chasing and meeting myself going backwards routine.
It seems that Inbetweeny Days can be more of an enforced sabbatical than enforced captivity and that's a really good thing.
Look, I even have time to write a blog only 2 days after my last one!
I could get to really like this.
However I'd better now and do a drinks run and make sure all's okay.
But wait, what's that I hear? A rumble from my tummy?
Nah, that'd just be hunger.
Bound to be.....