I just completed week 4 of classes, and Diva, who is fortunately (knock on wood here) a very healthy kid, came down with a flu bug on Thursday. We Mom's know how this one starts:
(Weds. Night) Diva: Mom, my throat is scratchy
Me (hopefully): Maybe you yelled too much at school today?
It invariably continues in a sleep-deprived fog around 4AM:
Diva: Mom, I'm cold and I can't breathe good.
Me (unintelligibly): glubglobglib.... I think that means I'll get you a glass of water and some cough syrup.
Me: Oh drat, we don't have any kid's medicine in the house because Diva hasn't been sick in so long.
Then comes the 6AM arm-wrestling match:
Kilowatt: Do you think she's really sick enough to stay home? She's never sick.
Me: What do you have going on at work today? I have Philosophy class at 10 and Fraud class at 5:30.
Kilowatt: Do you really think she's sick?
Me: If I were still working from home, I'd keep her home. Let me go get the thermometer. (pause.) Uh-oh, we're in 'no man's temperature land' 99.5. That means the school won't officially consider her sick. But I do since she never has a fever.
Kilowatt: I guess I can work from home today.
Me: I'd better go hit the showers so I can come home between classes.
Kilowatt: I'm off to the 24 hour pharmacy to pick up drugs.
Lucky for us, it appears to be a just a 24-48 hour bug. I had Friday off so Diva stayed home both days, and is now eager to leave the house where she's been stuck for two days.
So far, Kilowatt and I are okay. Now I have to go drink my OJ!