I had B stay home today, and (luckily) he went right back to sleep when I moved him from his bed to mine so N could get ready for school. N's dad was supposed to come by and grab him for breakfast, but that didn't pan out at the last minute so I was stuck. Also, I never made it to the grocery store this weekend, so we were out of food. Literally.
I gave N all the cash in my wallet and got him to school on time. My ultimate goal was to climb in bed and snuggle with B until a mid-morning doctor's appointment, however, when I called and they said, "Can you be here at 8:30?" I (mentally) sighed and said, "Sure!"
Prognosis? Really bad allergies with a viral rash. He can go to school tomorrow as long as he hasn't started running a fever. Fast forward to 2 hours later, and guess who's febrile...yup! I emailed my professor about bringing B to my Spanish class, and never heard back from her. SO, since I'm the student who can do no wrong (hahahaha), I loaded him up with my laptop and some Chick Fil-A, and for an hour and 20 minutes, I did not hear a peep from him.
It's how I knew he legitimately didn't feel well...I won't lie. After class, he was feeling crappy, but I knew we had to go to the grocery store. I told him to curl up on the bottom thingy and we zipped around Market Street, grabbing everything we needed (mostly) in less than 20 minutes.
B is the type of kid who rarely acts as bad as he might actually feel. It's just not in his nature. Even when he had the flu in February and was running 104, he was still bouncing around and asking for snacks and to play video games. I wish I could be like that when I was sick.
Since he did run a fever this morning and again this afternoon, I've decided to keep him home tomorrow, too. This will ultimately be my downfall, I can feel it in my bones.
Aubs
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