Bad Mother

Sarah calls me at 8:45, saying she's forgotten her math and language arts book. After my bad night's sleep I'm asleep so I didn't hear the phone. Joseph's school nurse calls at 10:30, on my cell phone I don't hear that either. My sister calls at 11:20, I don't hear that either. At 11:45 she shows up at my house, in my room. I freak out. I think. " Has someone died?" Really she just rescued Joseph from school and brought him home. He's dizzy and doesn't feel good. He was complaining of getting a cold a few days ago and he took 4 ibuprofen this morning before school, so I'm hoping the combo of those 2 things is what's wrong with him. I had him take his contacts out, and lay down, I'll see how he feels after a nap. I'm not going to take Sarah her books, she needs to learn to take them herself, I've taken her a few things recently, but I think if I keep rescuing her by bringing in stuff she's forgotten she's not going to learn anything. Maybe having 2 late assignments will help her to remember her stuff.