Blech

I knew when we went to bed last night that it was going to be a crappy day for B.  His allergies are killer this time of year, and when he went out to play with a volleyball on Thursday, his quality of life took a nosedive.  Then, when we went to practice on Friday, he ran all over creation and played his little heart out.  He looked like a punching bag, but he felt fine and he couldn't be stopped.

Saturday was even worse, but with Benadryl and a quiet day, he was mostly himself.  But at N's game, he sat still and played cards and wrote cursive and tried to keep score (we had a scoreboard malfunction which was very distracting).  He lost interest and began to run around towards the end, but he was extremely still...even for him. 

So when he woke up today, I knew we weren't doing anything.  I watched the sermon at church from my laptop while B watched "The Patriot."  I worked on homework while B played solitaire.  We played endless rounds of Go Fish, and I finally convinced him to play the "close your eyes on the commercials, open them when the show comes back on" game.  I just muted the tv so he'd have no idea in an attempt to get him to nap.

I failed.

I also failed to go to the grocery store, so I know that breakfast and lunch-making will be incredibly interesting tomorrow.  Oh, and dinner...we had grilled cheese.  Or B did, with the last of the bread.

My cupboards are bare, and I've already decided he's going to stay home tomorrow so I can take him to the doctor.  I'm sure it's just allergies, but with the red/crusty eyes (delightful mental image, right?), I can't be too careful.  He's supposed to see his dad sometime this week, but his dad is still considered post-corneal-transplant, and that would be an epic disaster.

He doesn't know he's staying home yet, so that will be a thrilling revelation for him.  N?  Not so much!

Aubs