Zoë complained of a sore throat on Tuesday night.  Strep was making its way through her class again (only time nuber 312).  I was lucky enough to have Noah’s well-child check scheduled for first thing the next morning–getting a twofer at the pediatrician is awesome.

So, it was confirmed that my little girl has strep.  We got antibiotics right away–so she could go to school the next day (they can return 24-hours after first dose of antibiotics).  I am not one to send my kids to school if they are sick.  But, I couldn’t have Zoë with me for another day.  She is so high energy and full of fun that it is impossible to get any work done when she is around.  She talks non-stop and wants needs to be the center of attention.  She talked to my boss for 10 minutes in the am and utter the sentence “I like to talk a lot.  My brother doesn’t.  But I love to talk.”  I don’t think that it is that Noah doesn’t like to talk, it is just that there is never a moment to actually get a word in with Zoë around.

I brought Zoë back to work with me after we took Noah back to school (this boy is impervious to all germs–Zoë has had strep 2x and tonsillitis 1x–and Noah nothing.  NOTHING.  Bill had a busy day at work and since he works at home he does most of the taking care of sick kids.  So, it was my turn to watch the sick kid.  Although, there is no part of her that acted sick.

My office is small–we work in an old row house and my office is on the 3rd floor with one other office and then there are three offices on the 2nd floor.  My boss and one of my other co-worker were out of the office so that left 3 of us in the office to actually get no work done.  If you have met Zoë you can understand why no one got any work done.

There was the 25 minutes where she played with legos and asked me every 2 seconds to help her take a piece of to to “look what I made” after every piece she added.  Then there were the dozen or so trips down stairs to yell “Boo” at my co-workers who found her amusing and entertaining.  Zoë is a talker and she has a lot to say.  She can carry on a conversation about anything.  One of my co-workers is also a talker.

Then there was the note communication–

(wanting a unicorn pillow pet)

I then had to respond because “I have to tell Brian what you say.”

“If you want a unicorn, you have to save your money,” I reply.  (I had to repeat it twice because her attention span is that of a flea)

She returned with a big smile and this note demanding “read it”

I then had to respond again.  So I gave her $1.  She wanted a one with more numbers on it.  I don’t think so kid.

She scampered off with her loot and then returns with this.

She ran up the steps so excited.  “Look what Brian gave me.”  She proudly shows me her loot “On really big one (a quarter), a thick one (a nickel), a tiny one (a dime) and a gold one (a penny).  I have four mom.”

I laughed so hard.  She was so proud until I explained to her that what she had 41 cents and that her dollar bill had been worth 100 cents.  The look on her face was one of determination. She stomped off down stairs and I hear her say.  I want my dollar back.

She then returned with her dollar and the coins and was so very impressed that she got to keep the coins.  By this time of the day it was clear that no one was going to get any work done with my little socialite at work.

One co-worker left because he couldn’t stop playing with her.

Bring  your kid two work day should be title “National Do No Work Day.”  I am paying the price today, but it was fun having her at work.