The Flu

All ladies in our house were officially touched by the flu this season.

Thankfully mild cases all.

102

Degrees

While those boys slept in the freezing cold, this one shivered with a fever like we haven't seen in a long while around here.

Poor Thing

 

Called me from school the other day because she wasn't feeling well.

I always ask: "Do you feel like you need to come  home?"

And she usually responds with some form of "I don't know. I'll probably be okay."

My usual response it to tell her to go to the nurse,  have her temperature taken, and rest for a while, and then call me if she is still feeling sick.  Usually, I never hear about it again.

This time, her response was: "I don't think you want me to come home, but I don't feel well."

I told her I'd be there as soon as I could.

Half an hour later as I pulled into the parking lot, her teacher texted to tell me she'd just thrown up in the classroom.  Then she threw up in the car.

Then she and I took a nap.

Then all was well. Sometimes, you just have to throw up and take a nap. 

 

As usual

 

I went to Mobile.

He went to Korea.

 

Grandparents arrived.

And dealt with the late winter/early spring round of -itis and days out of school beautifully.

 

Ben: Man, your mom doesn't joke around, when I was sick, I had to stay in my room and rest!

 

Well Ben, you were sick.

 

 

Ah Girl

Friday, when I picked you up at school, you had recently thrown up all over the place.

When you got home, you threw up all over the couch.

Before bed, you threw up in a bucket.

Saturday morning, you ate some cereal, went back to bed until 1:00 in the afternoon, and then woke up and asked for potato chips.

I always want potato chips when I'm feeling better too.