Sick Hay.

So I got a call this afternoon from Evelyn, Hazel's sitter, and apparently Hazel is sick. I am in class, moderating the ambition of three boys, who are supposed to be working on a ROME packet, but instead are talking about the best 'fight' scenes in movies and Pokemon characters, when, Dafna, the admissions director from my school comes in to my class and tells me, "Your sitter just called and I gave her your extension." My heart went to my throat. I asked her if she could watch my class and I ran to my car to grab my cell. I called the sitter and she said Hazel was puking and crying inconsolably. Now, my life is kind of a pain this year because of my schedule. Since I work at a 7-12 school, the Jr. High gets out at 3, while the High School gets out at 215. So, yeah, I never get out early and with this added fear that my little girl is ill, I am pretty much in hero mode. So I run about to try and get a hold of heather as well as track down a substitute. The woman in charge of subbing is out meeting her painter, whatever that means, and no one in the office is all that helpful due to the new sudoku puzzle or online ordering that is currently wasting their time until 5. So I ask Phil, "I can't, I have to go home and clean out my fridge." And I run down and ask Barrett, "Of course." Which is soon followed by a text message from heather, who was MIA for a bit, and she told me she was eating lunch in the city hall mess hall. So, she told me she would get Hazel and that she would call the on call nurse. Crisis averted.