It's that time of year again! What time, you ask? Well, it's fall, for one. Something I'm not accustomed to, having come from Florida and Louisiana. Last year was our first fall in Tulsa, and this fall I plan to have my camera every freakin' place I go.
But that's not what time it is. It's also time for fundraisers. My boy is a cub scout and is selling popcorn. Mmm! Yummy popcorn! Ew! Door-to-door sales. Yuck. Which we're supposed to be doing tonight. We were supposed to go last night, but I swear, Little Guy was a mess. I was cranky. We postponed till tonight. I should know better than to try to do anything with that boy when he has a cold.
But it's not that time either. Little Guy crawled down the stairs this morning, grabbed the big, fuzzy blanket and declared himself too sick to go to school. I felt his forehead. He's cool as a cucumber. Stuffed up beyond belief, but no fever. Nothing a little DayQuil can't fix, right? Then he pulls out the big guns. "I threw up this morning about four." He's back in bed, having taken a Sudafed so he can breathe well enough to sleep some more.
Yeah. It's that time. Time for the month and a half the kids have spent at school to catch up with them in the form of icky sick. Oatmeal Head took a long nap after school yesterday, was stuffy. But he woke cheerful and well, so hopefully the nap was enough to kick his immune system into gear. And the Hunny came home last night aching all over, took some NyQuil and went to bed. Myself? A nasty headache. But that means nothing. It's a hormone thing, to be expected.
So happy ... um ... Fall Sick Days everyone! NyQuil anyone? Anyone?
Until I write again ...