auntbijou | It's Only Tuesday?? (Reply)

Okay, so LAST week, the Impossible Son was sick with a virus. It lasted FOUR DAYS. By Friday, though, he was much better, which was a good thing. And he went back to school yesterday.

In the meantime, the Impertinent Daughter woke us up in the wee hours of Monday morning with 102.8. Yay. So, she spent yesterday on the couch, cranky and clingy and not wanting me out of her sight.

Yay.

So... today, we're in Day 2, and she's not as cranky, and not as clingy, and I have hopes she'll go to school tomorrow. The phone rings at 1 pm, and I get this Sinking Feeling of Dread. No, I think. Please, no, no, no. I look at the caller i.d., and the Dread Sinks Further. It's the school. No, no, no, I whimper. I answer. It's the school nurse. The Impossible Son came into her office complaining of a very bad headache, and his temp was 99.9. Could I come get him please?

*sigh*

I got there just in time for him to hurl chunks all over the floor, poor little guy. He was one little bundle of miserable, and literally velcroed himself to my side the moment I got to his cot. It's good that Auntie is a sturdy little thing, as she had to carry 46 pounds of limp, dead weight out to her car! Yes, he was Noodle Boy. I got him home, gave him Tylenol, and he promptly fell asleep in his bed. In his BED, guys. Mr. Manzie prefers the couch when he's sick. Perhaps I should call the CDC?

Regardless, now I have both kids at home, sick. Please, please, please, I don't wanna get this. Moms aren't allowed to get sick. It's the Law of the Universe, and I don't want to get cited, you know?

Guess I'd better get back to kid watching and stare at the cupboards in the kitchen, trying to come up with something nourishing that won't upset a non-cooperative tummy.

*le sigh*