Wednesday, October 19, 2011
I sent everyone off to school and after my chores were all done I went to check back in with my son. His fever was gone and he was all perked up. I made a game plan decision and took him with on all of my errands so I wouldn't get backed up a day.
He is in third grade so it's been a while since we've had the day to ourselves. We had so much fun. We talked and laughed. We ate treats and had lunch. It was the best "sick" day ever. I knew we'd get mixed reviews when his brothers and sisters got home so I told him to keep the majority of our day to himself.
That lasted about 2.5 seconds.
Monday I'm out to lunch and I get a phone call from the school. My youngest son is sick and needs to be picked up. I ask in my best sympathetic mom voice, "Is he faking?" The secretary assures me that he looks pale and is slightly shaky. So I drive all the way back to the school to find my son pink faced and happy, swinging his legs on the nurse's bench.
We get home and I try to call him out on his fake illness. He won't budge. I settle him in and start doing a few things around the kitchen. Moments later, he sidles up next to me and bats his big eyes.
"Mom, remember how much fun you and Rugby had on Friday?" I say, "Yeah..." He turns to me and says, "When does the fun start now?"
Not only was he faking to spend time with me-- I'm the one who basically brought it on myself. Geez, talk about bad parenting.
It's always feels good to be out smarted by your seven year old. Ugh!