why I'm not a good mother

at first I was convinced Wiley was on the verge of a concussion and I couldn't allow him to fall asleep--he was begging to nap and he never does that so of course if I'd let him go to sleep he'd fall into a coma. then, tonight I was convinced wiley had meningitis. and some part of me still is afraid he might. though it's more likely he has a sore throat and a headache.