Our boy wasn’t quite himself Thursday night, and around midnight we knew why. He was running a fever. I was up with him for 3 hours that night, and stayed home with him Friday. Oh how I despise fevers. He couldn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to go to school on Friday and was pretty distraught over this when we first told him.
We watched a lot of television Friday. Between Elmo’s Christmas Countdown, a Thomas the Train Christmas movie and a Mickey Christmas movie, I think we’re in the holiday spirit…maybe just the wrong holiday?
Last night he was only up at 3:30 and I think we finally got back to sleep at 4. The household is pretty wiped out…even Chloe. I hate when anyone is sick, but especially the little ones. They just don’t understand WHY they are sick.
L told me today that his head was broken. His nose is stuck and his eyes are tired because his head is broken. The rest of him isn’t tired, though. Makes sense to me.
Tonight he seems to be coming around. He’s eating more and talking more. (He’s also arguing with us a more. A sure sign he’s feeling better.) He hasn’t had a fever in well over 12 hours, so here’s hoping he can go back to school on Monday. He’s sad he can’t go to church tomorrow, but I don’t want to risk getting other kids sick – and his cold not clearing up faster.
Oh this weekend. Full of snuggling, care taking and….not much else. And I don’t think I mind.