Mommy Fail.

Today all the gals are sick. 
Little Miss and I woke up looking just icky and feeling the same.  Little One swore She was well and wanted to go to school.  So I jinxed myself nicely by saying, "Ok, but if you feel sick at ALL, you have to tell your teacher to call me so I can come and get you."  She promised. 
J dropped Her off at school and I spent the next few hours comforting a very fussy Little Miss. 
I spent a good long time nursing, cuddling, reading, rocking in Her nursery and had just set Her down for a late nap, when I heard something odd, and the dogs went wild. 
Something by the front door.  Like someone was trying to get in. 
I tiptoed down the hall, trying to make it out, when I heard a man's voice, clearly coming from inside my house.  OMG. 
But after a brief moment of panic, I realized that I recognized that voice, and rushed to the door. 
Where I found one of J's close friends standing in my living room, holding my daughter. 
"I've been knocking," he said, as if that fully explained what the heck was going on. 
"Um...the school has been trying to call you? J was calling?  I called, too....but She was sick at school so they asked me to pick Her up."
Being the only person we knew when we moved here, he was our "emergency contact" person. Apparently, Little One did exactly what I said and told Her teachers She was sick when She started coughing, wheezing, and running a fever.  And they had been trying to call me for an HOUR AND A HALF!  I never heard the phone.  J didn't answer because he was at work. 
I'm pretty sure I've kicked myself from every possible angle for this, but if you see any new ones, feel free to kick also.  I apologized profusely to our friend and to Little One, then called while Missy screamed (the commotion having wiped out any chance for that nap after all) to apologize to Little One's teachers.  And I'm sure I'll soon be apologizing to parents for their kids catching whatever this nasty bug is.  Kick. Kick. 
There have been several instances recently where the school did not call me and I wished they would have.  The one time they actually do call, I don't even pick up.  Thank goodness it was a cold and not something worse.  Kick. 
This cold is pretty nasty, I haven't slept, and I'm worn out from taking care of the two sick Littles this afternoon.  But nothing feels nearly as bad as having let my daughter down.
Sometimes I feel like I've got the hang of this parenting thing, but then again.  Some days it kicks my youknowwhat.  Ouch.