Every day, The Goose is always the first kid to get off the bus after school. Except yesterday. Yesterday I watched kid after kid come down the steps and run to their parents, but not my kid. Finally, I saw him, and I could tell something was wrong. He came down the steps, walked over to me and said “My head hurts.”
When we got home, he crawled into my bed and went to sleep. I checked his backpack, and he had not eaten his lunch. I took his temperature and he had a mild fever. When he woke, about a half hour later, he asked for a red popsicle and a ham sandwich. He didn’t eat either of them. Instead, he laid on the couch watching episode after episode of Monsters Vs. Aliens. It was very peculiar.
Later that night, his fever broke and he ate a little bit of dinner. When it was time to go to bed, he wasn’t sleepy. He tossed and turned, told me stories and asked to watch TV. When he finally fell asleep, it was nearly 11:00 and I knew there was absolutely no way he was going to school. Other than the lack of sleep (made worse when he woke at 6:00 this morning!), The Goose’s school has a rule that children may not come to school until they’ve been fever-free for 24 hours. So, here we are. Home alone.
In general, The Goose very rarely gets sick. I’m thankful for this because, to be honest, I am not quite sure what to do with a sick child! Even when he had strep throat a few months ago he was running around without a care in the world – you’d never have known he was sick. Today he’s a bit more laid back, and has spent most of the morning watching TV and packing for his first ever sleepover. I have a feeling that he’s on the mend (even though his fever is back), because he’s trying to pack all the things.