Henry seemed better (no fever since Wednesday) so we sent him to school today. He complained of a headache and I thought, okay, he's still sick but once we gave him ibuprofen, he was completely fine. So I thought, well, it's dumb to keep the boy home b/c of a headache he may or may not have, and today was the Christmas pageant we were all looking forward to. I stayed home from work b/c I have a raging cold, and Eleanor stayed home because she got shots yesterday and was absolutely miserable today. She went to sleep at 5PM last night and did not wake up till 8AM this morning. And when she did, she was NOT happy.
Anyway, as I was getting ready to head over to Henry's school to see my sweet little Shepard and gush with pride, we got a call from the school that he was not feeling well. I dashed over there, saw all the parents getting their seats, and walked in my boys classroom and he was slumped in a chair in the back, while all the other children were in costume and excitedly flitting around the room, to Christmas music. Henry burst into tears when he saw me. He had been holding it in.
Tonight I was reading to him and he said, "After this book I want to go to bed." My poor little guy!
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