The repercussions of being sick

Being sick is not fun, but it's nice to not have to worry about a specific bedtime or a certain agenda.  Right?  Right.  That's all well and good until the sickness comes to an end and you have to face reality that it's almost Monday morning.

When you have to go back to 5th grade on Monday morning and you don't wake up until almost 1:00 pm, chances are, you're going to have a hard time going to bed when your mom sends you to bed at 8:30.  And when you get up, claiming you can't sleep, she's not going to feel badly for you.  Instead, she's going to tell you to go back into your room, get in bed, close your eyes, and just be quiet and still until you fall asleep.  And she's probably going to tell you that the other three times you get up with the same story.

Consistency is key.

Also, I foresee a really great conversation in the morning over N's wardrobe choices...and by "great," I potentially mean a screaming match at 6:24 in the morning.  Nevermind that it will be 20 something degrees in the morning, N will want to wear shorts...and a hoodie.  And that just won't work for me for a variety of reasons, so I have implemented these rules:

1. I have implemented a jeans rule if the temperature will not hit 50.
2. Jeans will also be worn if the temperature is freezing or below freezing in the morning.
3. Heavy coats will be worn if the temperature is freezing or below freezing in the morning.
4. Mom gets total veto power over clothing choices...especially if matching (or more often mis-matching) comes into play.  This one is valid regardless of temperature.
5. Arguing will get you grounded.

I have explained time and time again, that I do not care if your heavy coat is a pain...at least it keeps you from getting sick.  And speaking of getting sick, you just missed half of the week with a crazy high temperature....so why in the heck would I let N wear shorts?  Oh, that's right.  I won't.  And I find a slight joy in the fact that, if it does warm up, the coat is too big to shove into his backpack without ripping it.

And he's already on his second backpack of the school year.

And he's already asking if he can go to basketball practice tomorrow...nevermind the fact that he has a crazy cough.  I even asked him if he wanted to go back to school tomorrow, or if he wanted another day at home to rest.  He asked to go back to school, and it makes me think maybe I HAVE done something right...

Or maybe he's just tired of being stuck in his room...

Aubs