I asked to speak to her.
"Mommy," said a sweet pixie voice. "I don't feel good."
I felt really conflicted. I didn't want her to feel sick at school, but the nurse said she didn't have a fever and she had already missed three days last week.
"What feels sick, baby?" I asked.
"My head and nose," she said. Then she coughed for good measure.
"Jillian," I said. "You missed so much school last week. Do you think you could wait an hour and see how you feel? Today is only a half day and I'd hate for you to have to miss more work."
After a short pause, she sighed and said, "Ok, Mommy."
"Ok Baby," I said. "I'm really proud of you for being so tough. If you still feel really sick in an hour, have the nurse call me back."
"Ok," she said. I told her I loved her, and she handed the phone back to the nurse. After a brief exchange, I hung up the phone.
Not one minute later, the phone rang again, and my heart sank. I was going to have to pick her up. (I'll be honest. I probably would have called my mom and begged her to watch Jillian again, and she would have said yes because she is so awesome and I am so lovable).
"Hello?" I said.
The nurse to whom I'd just spoken was on the other line. "Mrs. Harar?" she said. "I'm really sorry, but it turns out Jillian isn't sick at all. I got your daughter confused with another little girl."
"Oh!" I said, relieved. "But wait. Are you saying that the little girl I talked to wasn't my daughter?"
"Yes," the nurse said sheepishly. "Sorry."
|This is me. Confused mother.|