Yesterday was the last day of school before the boys fall break. I was really looking forward to having them home. I just didn't expect that Blake would be home from school yesterday. He woke up with a low-grade fever and complaining of a sore throat and coughing. I thought it might be strep. Then he threw up. Twice.
We went to the doctor. It wasn't strep. He has the flu.
Last night we had tickets for all four of us to attend the Louisville vs. Pitt football game. Blake was especially looking forward to it since he's never been. (Last year Kevin got to go with Tom since Blake had just attended the Kenny Chesney/Keith Urban concert with me.) I was looking forward to enjoying a night out with my guys. Needless to stay, Blake and I stayed home. He threw up again. In the bathroom floor.
Today, Kevin was assigned to the bonus room and Blake had the living room and remote control to himself. I feel like I have done nothing but prepare meals/snacks, dispense medicine, Lysol this & that, wipe everything down, and wash or sanitize my hands. I am exhausted, but at least there wasn't any puke to clean up today!
I hope Kevin doesn't get sick. I hope I don't get sick.
I'm just waiting for the fever to go away and stay away for 24 hours. Tick tock, tick tock...