days sick end them up laying in bed all day sleeping and resting and just watching tv or trying to snuggle as close to mom as they can for the comfort and the love..
but when your child is 16, thats another story.
because the late night *i dont feel good* after a sunday which was filled with a few hours of boating fun.. and a monday spent working outside on the boat trailer getting it all fixed up.. ends in a monday night after a trip to the hair place for a much needed hair cut and a trip to burger king.. ends in the complaints ~
my nose is stuffy... my head hurts.. im tired.. im freezing cold (but not cold enough to put on a jacket or even long pants).. i feel like i might puke.. blah blah blah.. yeah the signs of the sickies.. this ends you a few hours later after constant reminders of the sickies that are lurking .. with a *mom do i have a fever? i think i have a fever* you break out the thermometer and do the temp check.. checking it twice to be sure your getting the right temp. you feel the forehead and enter the *no mom zone* and kiss the forehead quickly as he pulls away after all mom cooties on a 16 year old.. they are worse than the cooties of a girl in the second grade to a boy!!
nope all confirm.. only 98.2 degrees.. normal no temp.. to which you get that sickie look saying *mom am i dead yet* err i mean *mom is it high?* you confirm your answer *no hun, only 98.2* .. to which he responds *isnt that a fever mom?* .. uh no dear.. 98.6 is normal your below normal..
i wonder if this normal temp is why he is now sitting with his head under the blanket vs out of the blanket.. heat the brain up a bit maybe?
now as a mom you know all these sickies come to one conclusion.. someone for some unknown reason, wants a day off school tomorrow..
so now the question is.. is this due to a case of the actual sickies or is this due to the *i just want a day off school?*
if and i mean a big IF he does end up getting his free day home tomorrow.. i might be getting the worlds worst mom award from him as he will not be leaving his bed.. sickies mean stay in bed all day long.. not hanging out magically feeling better before noon when you drag yourself out of bed expecting to have fun for the other half of the school day..
*argh* and of course the sickies arent so bad that we arent able to not fight with our brother *rolls eyes as i wonder why we had to change times and why i find myself this late still trying to get kids into bed who on a normal night would have been sound asleep in dream land by now*
anyways.. haircuts are done.. well all but owen who permanently implanted his head into whoever was holding hims body when the hair stylist got to close, yeah hair cutting is not an option at this point in time.. he will forever be known as permanent bed head boy.. at least until we get over the fear of strangers that he has right now. so if you see my cute curly headed bed head boy, just know its been brushed and hes been up for quite some time, hes just going threw the wild hair stage.
oh and thanks to the cashier at the local grocery store for paying me the compliment that i do not look old enough to have a 16 year old son.. ah makes me feel so nice to hear that but yeah hes mine and i am old enough.. yeah i know she was just being nice, but geesh let me believe it until tomorrow at least *wink*
