My son had an allergist appointment about two weeks ago, and his doctor said that cold and flu season was about two weeks away. It arrived about four days early in our house.
My daughter has the cough and stuffy nose, and hopefully she doesn’t share. Yesterday, she stayed home from school, mostly because she claimed she was going to puke. She didn’t, thank goodness, but since she stayed home from school, I had to shift a bunch of plans around.
I was going to drive to Grand Rapids to visit my mom and run a few errands while the kids were at school. Couldn’t do that with a sick kid, didn’t want to expose my mom to the germs, nor did I want to take the risk of potential puking in the car.
So it meant that I stayed home and had a whole day to tackle the to do list of things that I wanted and/or needed to get done before Thanksgiving. I de-dogged the area rugs. I finished a read through of my Bigfoot story, something I was really worried about completing in my self-imposed deadline.
I still have some phone calls to make and mop the kitchen floor, but I feel so much more relieved about the list.
So sometimes we can be thankful for sick kids.
Today, I’m thankful that she felt well enough to go to school.