Monkey Boy, upon not going to bed last night, but rather climbing into ours for “a cuddle”, seemed to be straining to breath. Just a little, nothing to be overly concerned about. Just easily puffed out.
Off to bed he goes.
He gets up this morning, lies on couch and coughs a lot, complaining of sore throat and chest.
I maintain efforts not to gag at mucousy sounding cough and try to get images of aftereffects of mucousy cough out of head.
I inwardly sigh about prospect of him having another day off school. And hope he will be listless and lie on couch all day and not annoy me about playing the DS becuase I have told them all that “when you are sick you can’t play the DS” and then embarking on the equivalent of a 6-week murder trail regarding playing of DS. Or watching a DVD.
Am relieved of this thought when he gets up on his hands and knees and farts in his brother’s face, thereby confirming just how sick he is.
But am left with that dilemma: he may or may not pass it on to others, but he may also be very annoying if he is at home, although he could be much worse tomorrow if he does go to school, but I don’t want him here and missing out on stuff there if he is sick, and I don’t want to be the mum all the other school mums frown upon this week due to spreading of diseases … argh! Worse, what if he goes, then I have to go pick him up during the day?Two trips to school pick up – not on my watch! Why is it all so hard?
If it weren’t for the fact I could see him waning before my eyes, witness the bags under his eyes getting bigger and darker as we spoke and that there was only enough bread left to send one of them to school with lunch today, I would have sent him.