Bad mom

Last week we were lucky enough to spend time in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Fun!

The day we left, though, I felt like God judged me for being a bad mom.

Our plane was not until 5 pm at night on Wednesday. I decided to take Wednesday off and get stuff done around the house and pack before we had to leave at 3 pm. I had to pay for Sydney to go to daycare that day, but not Will because he is school-age. That’s just the daycare’s policy.

I debated whether or not to send Sydney to daycare and finally decided I would because 1) she has stopped taking a nap for us at home some days, but always does at school, and I was not getting on a 5 o’clock flight with an exhausted toddler and 2) I paid for the day anyway.

I believe God thought I was being a bad mom for this decision because, wouldn’t you know it, at 5 am Wednesday morning, Sydney threw up in her bed. So she couldn’t go to daycare after all and I spent every moment until we had to leave for the airport at 3 pm watching her for other signs of illness or discomfort. She was FINE all day, thankfully.

But really? Was I evil for thinking I would send her to daycare while I took the day off to pack and get caught up on a million things? I guess the proof is in the barf!