Weekend relief
I feel like I could win bad parent of the week award. My son was signed up to help at a local kids race on Saturday. Two of our girls just happened to run in that race also, so we were all planning on being there for the morning. The boy woke up early with a headache and laid on the couch. It should've been my first clue. We figured he had just stayed up too late, wasn't drinking enough water (because it had been hot here the past week), and so the Mr. got Dash down to the track on time. I followed a bit later with the girls; we checked them in and sat watching the activity on the field. I kept looking for Dash, hoping we was doing ok. Should've been my second clue - trust the inner gut feeling. The girls each had their race - Dot and Squiggle ran a 2k in great time! We even saw the Boy run as a 'turtle' with a group of kids. (A turtle is the volunteer who brings up the back, encouraging the kids to keep going, helping them to know where to go. The one in the lead...