But, aside from the fever and lots of hacking and a seriously runny nose, he was feeling better today. Well enough to color for a while, and play with some play-doh, and get out several of his trucks.
Sign that I am a Bad Mother - my three-year-old can now sing the Scooby Doo theme song in its entirety.
In any case, I have really enjoyed being home the last two days, even though the circumstances could be better. Of course, since The Boy isn't his usual mile-a-minute self, I've had a lot of downtime. I'm still flinging; filled a trash bag with more stuff, cleared a large shopping bag of stuff out of my closet, identified more stuff in the garage which can be hauled to the curb when the weather gets better, and made some headway in clearing the mountain of mail in the entryway. There are no dishes on either side of my sink (we don't have a dishwasher, so half the sink is for the drainer) for the first time since I think we moved into this house. I have cleared out two corners of the bedroom. (For some reason, Husband stacks stuff in the corners of our bedroom.)
I have read another four chapters of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. I dropped off my drycleaning and left another bag at the Goodwill dropoff. I had a delightful lunch of strada and fruit salad and invited my mother and a friend of hers over for tea and cake in the afternoon. I hugged my son. A lot.
Tomorrow, back to reality.