I got a phone call today from the school nurse. It seems I can't go more than 2 weeks at a time before getting one of those dreaded calls. Apparently, Austin's stomach hurt and the nurse took his temperature and he had a fever, albeit slight. I talked with him briefly and he told me how he was so sad that his friend wasn't going to be able to come home after school with him today as planned because he was just too sick. I figure, if the kid knows this, he must really be not well.
I picked him up.
He complains a little in the car, and when we get home rushes into the house and IMMEDIATELY goes into his newly cleaned room and shuts his door. I'm thinking, whoa...going to lay down and actually get some rest without being told...that's a new one. It was only a fleeting thought because before I even make it down the hall I hear banging coming from his room. That banging can only be associated with wall ball. Humph.
I wonder, how can someone go from being so bummed and sick one minute to running all over and playing the next? I've seen it before, but this was record time.
I advise the little twit that he should not be playing around, but laying down and resting. He gripes but does lay down on the couch to watch some cartoons.
Once his brother got home from preschool, all bets were off and he's back to playing and jumping around and behaving like his normal crazy self. At least he got an hour of rest before Alex got home and then I made them both quite down and relax to watch a movie with me while Sam was napping. By watching the movie I mean that they watched the movie and I fell asleep. LOL
Kids, mine specifically, drive me nuts some days.