The second week of school, and the second week of her new job, was not the time to have a sick babysitter, and a sick kid on top of that, but there was nothing Nancy could do. She’d called everyone she trusted to watch Jasmine, but no one could manage Monday. Warren promised he’d take Tuesday, but he was working and couldn’t manage Monday.
Nancy understood and hated doing it but she’d called the principal Sunday evening and let him know what was going on, hoping he’d have enough time to get a sub.
Now, as she waited for the fifth load of laundry today to finish in the washer, she had a renewed appreciation for Suzette. Granted, five loads of clothes and bedding because a kid kept puking on them wasn’t common, but still. Suzette had seen them through worse. Like when the twins had that st
