Reason #869

This is reason #869 why I am ineligible for that highly coveted Mother of the Year trophy:
Abby got up this morning and told me her tummy hurt. At this I broke a promise I made to myself when I was in 3rd grade that I would never tell a child who told me that their tummy hurt to "go to the bathroom, you will feel better". She drank half a sippy of milk and we did our morning thing. She was a little pokey, but that is fairly normal. She kept telling me she wasn't hungry, but I made her eat 3 bites of Kix anyway and we got all set to sled to school. So I get my boots on, put the baby in the snuggli, get Abby in her snow suit, boots hat, mittens, etc. and we start to head out. We are in the doorway to our garage and she starts to cough a little bit. That was when I knew what was coming. I told her to lean forward and out came her cough complete with whatever phlegmy goodness was in her tummy. I tried to get her to go back inside and stay home from school, but she was adamant about not missing her Valentine's Day party. I kind of blew it off because when Nora was puking her guts out the doc told me it was part of the RSV- all that junk in their nose drains to their tummy and it makes kids sick. So I pull her to school in the sled, which she thought was fabulous, and I dropped her off. I told the teacher that she was a bit off, and to call me if it got worse.
Yes, I am the mom who drops her kid off even though she is illin.
In my defense, she really didn't want to miss her party at school, and I couldn't bear the thought of her being sad (or listening to her talk about the Strawberry Shortcake Valentines she was going to hand out). Anyway...Nora and I come home, we do some stuff, I put her down for a nap. Not 20 minutes into her nap do I get a phone call from Miss Carolyn, could I come get Abby she wants to go home. Shit.
I wasn't upset that she wanted to come home, I was just at a loss as to what to do with Nora. So I did what any mother would do, I left her sleeping and walked the 1/2 a block to grab Abby. She didn't even know I was gone, and proceeded to take a 3 hour nap. Please don't call the authorities.
Abby is feeling better, but still hasn't eaten all day.
Will this plague on my house ever leave?