So, little T was home with me on Monday. Poor little guy. He was just well enough to whine and raise hell.
Tuesday - we gave him some ibuprofen and packed him off to daycare.
Wednesday - I got hit with the grunge. Then, last night (Wednesday) - Z starts the fever.
This morning he is all moans and groans until I make arrangements for my dad to watch him while I go to a program I am signed up for... then, he stages a miraculous recovery. So, we pack him off to first grade.
Tonight, he is feverish, and falls asleep on the couch while we fix dinner. No dinner, no food, and the child that can stay awake forever passes out before dinner. Maybe he was sick?
I guess he'll come to my office tomorrow and have a nap in a sleeping bag while I teach. Too bad about the field trip his first grade is taking tomorrow.
(Bad Mom of the year award pending).