Just yesterday, I was bragging to my friends at work about how my kid hadn't missed a day of school all school-year long so far due to illness.

Today, when we picked him up from the after-school program, he sniffled and sneezed all the way home. Then I took his temp, just for kicks.


Poor baby. I don't know how long he has been running the fever. Why didn't anyone at school notice? He mentioned "I got so hot in P.E., I totally wanted to take off my shirt in the gym."

Well no wonder, poor guy is practically boiling.

I hate seeing him sick. He's so not himself. He just sprawls on the couch, curled up with a stuffed animal, and stares at the TV as if in a hypnotic trance. It's like he's asleep with his eyes open.

So there goes his stellar attendance record. Now Tim and I have to play rock, paper, scissors to decide who'll stay home with the puny punkin.

It really had been a long time since he's been sick. When I reached for the unopened bottle of Children's Ibuprofen in our cabinet, I noticed that it had expired.

In September 2009.

1 comment:

Tom Myler said...

Sure hope he's been soon!!