Around 2:30 today I received a phone call: "Archer complained that his tummy is upset and he has a temperature of 100.2. He needs to go home." So I immediately packed up the other two, brought Archer home and put him to sleep on the couch. He slept for a couple hours and then said he'd eat some soup if I made it. Once it was ready he said he couldn't eat it. Oh well. Back to sleep. I enjoyed the unusual level of quiet, no running and yelling and rough housing. I felt a little guilty for enjoying the peace when it was at my sick son's expense. But mostly I just enjoyed it.
A couple hours later when I made a grilled cheese sandwich for Shelly, Archer said he'd eat one too. He came to the table. I asked him if he could eat it, he said, "I don't know," and immediately threw up on the table. Guess he won't eat it. And the price to pay for the peace and quiet is cleaning up the puke. There's always the trade off. Always.
1 comment:
oh my!! poor guy, i hope he's feeling better- stay warm and give him hugs from me! love ya!
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