As might have been obvious, J returned home w/ M, 4 pairs of tights for a 6 year old, and a set of boy's PJs. Really. No, really. No, seriously.
That aside, I am full of maternal guilt. M has had a cough for a few weeks, a bit of a runny nose, but no other symptoms. I put off taking her to the MD out of a) the fear of over-reacting and b) wasting time hearing it's just a cold, and c) because I am obviously a horribly selfish person.
We took her in today because something very small deep inside me told me to.
She has walking pneumonia. And has for a few weeks. And I did nothing until today.
It's rather hard to describe the immense guilt I am feeling in this moment.