Monday, November 17, 2008
Was Alek too sick to go to school...or not too sick.
I decided to err on the side of caution and keep him home. After all, his temp was a whopping 99.5. ;>) ...and after two days of laying (lying? - which is it by the way?!) around doing nothing, I thought he could use an extra day to recover. Besides, when he does get sick it usually gets a little worse later in the morning. I wouldn't want him to get to school only to take a turn for the worse.
I was bamboozled.
Yea...the boy had a minor temp. But he wasn't sick! He was fine. I should have just pumped him full of ibuprofen and sent him on his way.
Instead I had pity on him.
I think I'm getting soft.
The thing is, he was TECHNICALLY sick. But if you could have been here, you would have had a hard time seeing it.
My rule is, if you're home, you're in bed.
You lay on your bed where sick people are supposed to be. You can read. You can sleep. You can play quiet toys and you can eat and drink.
But this is NOT a vacation.
Yea. I'm a meanie.
Or at least the boy thinks I am. He spent the ENTIRE day complaining about having to spend the day on his bed. He snuck out of his room at least five times in search of something to do. (As if I couldn't hear him).
He went through seven glasses of juice and water this morning...which of course led to extended bathroom breaks.
He had Maddie bring him toys... she chose babies, necklaces and fingernail polish. ;>)And you should have heard the wail when I told him he had to take a nap! :)
Finally his bedroom exile ended around three when Nick and Anya got home from school. You would have thought he was getting let out of prison. He ran around with his brother playing indoor football, building forts and tormenting his sisters.
No complaints at all.
Just after supper the metamorphasis began. He started complaining of a sore throat, tracked down the thermometer to take his temp and coughed anytime you looked at him.
Ummm....yea Alek. Not happening.
I'm soft, but not that soft.