Yesterday I got a call from the kids school. It seems that the little guy had thrown up on himself. He had a slight fever the night before, but the medicine had seemingly broken it. Apparently not. So I went and got him, we went home in an ever increasing rain. I gave him some more meds and he had a bottle and watched Curious George. He started feeling better and a few hours later we went to pick up his sister.
Ina weird way it was really comforting having him home during the middle of the day. It was like old times as we walked to the car with him sitting on my shoulders, looking at fire trucks. He should be back in school today, and I will be able to get the things I need to get done. But for a few hours it was back to the good old days.