We made it through the whole weekend with everyone healthy. I thought we were in the clear. Yesterday, at lunch time, though, it hit Henry from out of nowhere.
It was all very dramatic thanks to a locked bathroom door and a sick boy who couldn't move. I'm just glad it happened when he was at home.
He's been in denial about being sick the whole time.
He keeps saying he is fine, he doesn't know why I would give him pj's to wear, and he doesn't need to stay in bed.
Just last week he tumbled down the stairs and before he even hit the bottom step he yelled up that he was fine and then limped off, so he's not really a reliable source on how he feels.
He seemed fine this morning, but at the risk of a recurrence and to give him time to de-germ a bit more, I kept him home from school. He pointed out that, other than the half day he missed after running head on into a light pole, this is the first time he has ever missed school.
I'm trying to make today as boring as can be so he's not encouraged to have more sick days, but it's been a battle. He just makes his own fun! I finally gave in and let him play the Playstation so he would at least sit still.
I should have just sent him to school.
