Mom guilt. The worst. My nanny just called to tell me that my girl has a little fever and that while she is in mostly good spirits, she can tell she isn't feeling well. Knock on wood, this is only the second time in 9 months that I've gotten a call like this, but, it makes me feel awful for a few reasons. First and foremost, I'm sad for my sweet little munchkin who doesn't need a millisecond of discomfort. Secondly, as I sit here at my job, I wonder: should I go home right now? Am I a jerk of a Mom for even asking that of myself? I go across the hall to the only other Mother of a toddler in this 14,000 square foot office to tell her that my girl has a fever and she replies that hers does, too! She's not as worried, her girl is a few months older than mine and she has had many a fever, likely teething related. There is no emergency (knock wood, again) and they are in the very capable hands of our carefully selected caretakers. We both have loads of responsibility at work, too, and this will certainly not be the last time our babes have low-grade fevers in the middle of a weekday. See that? I just attempted to make myself feel better. Didn't work.

Here is a preview of little one's Halloween costume, you're welcome: