We were awoken at some time of the night with S2 at our door. “I can’t sleep!” he tried to sob but his voice sounded all funky.
He took a shower and then crawled onto the couch and fell asleep. Jake awoke early and checked his forehead. “He’s got a fever,” he told me, “I think he is pretty sick.”
I woke up just before my alarm went off and had a splitting headache. I tried to turn the alarm off before it went off and split my head in two…but I was a few seconds late and couldn’t get it turned off before it began to ring. I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep.
Before my “you must be moving at this time” alarm went off, I was awoken to a cough that sounded like it hurt all the way into someone’s toes. S4 began to wail, which made him cough some more, which made him wail, which made him cough. He crawled into bed next to me. “I think I am sick!” cough cough cough cough cough sniff “Really really sick!”
My head wouldn’t stop pounding. S4 crawled into the chair and fell asleep and I went back to sleep too. It was if there were bricks on my eyelids.
When my alarm for, “If this rings, you are late!” went off, I got up. I stumbled to the kitchen, turning lights off as I did and took two tylenol. I poured out cough medicine for S4. I poured out medicine for S2. I checked with S3, “I feel fine,” he attempted to smile at me but I think I might have looked alien like. S1, who has been suffering a cold all weekend, slept on.
I made an executive decision. I emailed all the teachers and told them the boys were sick. And then I went back to bed.
After just a half hour nap, the tylenol could be felt to be working – the pain was there but I felt human again – and we began our day.
S1 sniffing and blowing his nose so it sounds like he is calling in a herd of elk.
S2 curled up on the couch, freezing cold, clearly miserable.
S3 happy to be home, playing his leapster.
S4 lining all his stuffed animals around him, coughing so it sounds like his lungs might get coughed up, and then going back to play with his toys. But thankfully he didn’t puke here.
S1 got busy with some homework, S3 and S4 had homework emailed to me and they sat down to get to work, S2 didn’t move from the couch.
It wasn’t long before S4 was sobbing, his head on the table, “I will never ever ever ever be able to count by five’s! Never!”
He then fell back asleep when sent to bed. I got some mucinex in him and saw a marked improvement.
But S2 had to be taken to the doctor’s because I was pretty confident he had strep. He had the swollen tonsils and I could see the first puss pocket appear. The doctor confirmed it and we headed home.
But not before a stop at our happy place.