It's too early in the year for a sick day, but that's where we are.
He told me last night the equivalent of, "I think I threw up a little in my mouth during math class." Similar happened last night and we brought out the Pepto and Advil.
They seemed to do the trick. He slept well, but did not wake up well. When I asked him how he felt this morning, he gave me a wordless swimming sea snake bobbing hand and wrist move, which I think is supposed to mean, "so so." It's too cute to show him the rocking splayed hand move the rest of us use.
He doesn't seem to have a fever, although his ears are unusually red. I know there's something going on in there and I'd rather not have him puke at school or get anybody else sick. [ETA: he made me take his temp and it was normal.]
So we're both doing a lot of reading today: he, Magic Tree House Mummies; me, finishing up Dave Egg.ers, my twin.
Although I don't read any official Mommy Bloggers, I don't see how they do it, make this all so interesting day after day and at a profit to boot. Now that I'm not dating, where the heck am I going to get material? Truth be told, boring is good, very good, edging me back to my old self where everything was deliciously even and predictable.
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