I've got a child home today who is not feeling well enough to go to school. I hesitate to say he is really sick but he's not one hundred percent either so the school doesn't want him there.
So, he's here with me.
And this means I get to spend the day at home.
Which is okay, because I kinda like the kid and when I spend time at home I get things done.
Like uh, cleaning out the fridge, or sorting the laundry because those things need doing.
Or, writing something to help pay the bills. Those need to be looked at too.
First, I'm gonna go and bug my son. He's lying on the couch watching TV and bugging him sounds like more fun than cleaning.
*** Ten Minutes Pass ***
And now that I've done that, I have discovered that my son is running a fever and he is now telling me that his stomach hurts.
Wow, I made the right call when I decided to keep him home. I was right. Did you hear that? I was right. That doesn't happen very often.
And you know, when it comes to thinking that my kids are brewing something and about to get sick? I wish it wasn't happening today either.
I wonder how much Tylenol I have in the the house? I wonder if he'll keep it down?