Backstory: I was raised in a house where if you were sick, basically you were on your own. There was no tolerance for illness of anykind. Unless of course, "someone" in the house had a "migrane" (which occured daily) then you were to be quiet and stay out of her way. Completely. For all years ranging from birth - 18. (which if you made it to then, you moved out)

So now to Today: So, once I started having children of my own, I've tried to break above said cycle, and have a little more compassion. I can usually go about 24 hours, and then I'm like, "okay, your done, let's move it along." Well, Saturday, Emmy's primary teacher took her class Ice Skating. One girl broke her arm, and Emmy sprained her wrist and someone skated over her fingers while she was down - cutting several of them with the blade. Now, I now it hurts...I get that. However, how does saying it every 5 minutes for the whole weekend help anything? Then she gets up this morning, already with the whining. I know she wants me to take her to the doctor so he can tell me what? "She has a sprained wrist, you'll need to put an ace bandage on it." I ALREADY KNOW THIS, AND ALREADY PUT ONE ON IT!!!!!

So I made her a deal. Fine, you can stay home from school, but I'm NOT taking you to the doctor, and you CAN'T COMPLAIN or WHINE all day.

That's me....Mom Of The Year. Thank You.