Sick Day

I'm home today with the boys.  Andrew left evidence this morning in the bathroom sink that he was feeling less than wonderful last night. 

"Mom, who threw up last night?"  Lizzy asked.

I checked on Andrew, and there he was sound asleep, snoring.  I didn't have the heart to wake him up and have him get ready for school.  Nicholas slept all night, but has had a cough, and a slight fever.  He can't go to preschool with any kind of aliment.  I really don't want to get a call from the preschool, and be labeled as the "mother who knowingly sends her sick kid to school so he can infect the rest of the kids."  I've never had my other kids in preschool, but I know it can be a pool of sess pool of infection.  I noticed the post on the door other day warning that there was a case of the very infectious "pink eye".  What do people do if their kid is sick and they have no vacation time?  I have my mother as a backup, and my oldest, but my mom is not at full capacity at the moment, and Lizzy is in school.  I called in sick-no work today. 

 I know I will eventually build on my vacation time sooner or later, but it makes me nervous taking all this time from work.  Thank God I have an employer who is family friendly--there are many employers out there that or not.  I've worked for a few; that's another story I may write about later one day.  This week, I'm going to work 5 hours Wednesday and Thursday, and hopefully put in a full day of work Friday.  Starting next week, Nick will be in preschool from 8 to 5pm--a full day.  So far he is doing really well part time--I hope it will continue that way for a full day.  After a few weeks of that, my mom says she'll be able to handle him.  She probably will be, but I'm going to continue having him come in part time.  It's a good break for her, she'll still see him each day, and he will be able to play and learn in the afternoons--everyone wins, except my pocketbook, but..that's life when you have kids; they always come first. 

"I think you should stay home with the boys..."  said my mom on the phone.  She had a doctor's appointment today, and I was planning on taking her anyway, but I don't think she is in the mood to go.  I think she is sick of doctors.  I don't blame her really.  She is finally feeling like her ole' self again, and her walker seems to be always left on the farthest side of the house where she isn't.  I found her cane yesterday.  She says she will use it when she sees her doctor.  I doubt that she is using it around the house at all.  Did I mention that I saw her attempting to move a dining room table last week?  Yes, the woman is dangerous I tell you. 

So the boys are sick, but aren't feeling too sickly.  Andrew is playing video games, and Nick is watching Barney on video cassette. 

What is it about this dude that makes him so irresistible to children?  I remember myself being mesmerized with Mr. Rogers.  I don't know what it was?  His voice?  His sweater?  His blue tennis shoes?  I don't know what it was, but I loved Mr. Rogers.  What does Barney have on Mr. Rogers?

                                                                                      

Earlier today, Nicholas and I were playing in his room.  All of his stuffed animals had fallen ill.  He demonstrated with the help of his new Bob The Builder toys how he would make Tigger feel better with the help of his Bob The Builder saw.  As he proceeded to pretend to cut the poor Tigger in half, it occurred to me that this is the perfect time to introduce him to his new doctor's kit that Santa brought, which has remained unopened.  Let's just say that Dr. Nick has "cured" all of his patients, and everyone is doing well.  Tigger was the happiest one of them all. 

It's sick day, but as usual, I have errands.  I have a letter to send to the inlaws, a baseball hat and sweatshirt to return to the store, and I have to stop at Michael's to get a glass jar for Andrew's science project.  No rest for the wicked, hey? 

Have a great day, stay warm, and don't get sick, or break a hip or anything.