Even when JJ was sick yesterday morning the first thing he said to me was that he wanted to go to childcare. As he had woken up at 8.30am which is a major sleep in for him I doubted that he was in a fit state to go to childcare.
Whenever he’s not up by 7ish I almost guiltily lie in bed and read a book. If I still haven’t heard anything by 8am I um and aaah about checking on him. I usually do go and check on him to make sure he’s still breathing and therefore still alive. I did this yesterday morning, twice, and the third time I went in I could see two dark open eyes staring back at me, which is when he asked the childcare question.
As I mentioned yesterday we did stay at home and were in our pajamas all morning and would have stayed that way but I had to get some fresh air. He still just fits into his pram so I bundled him into it so we (including the dog) could get some fresh air.
Then about mid afternoon his sickness just flew away. Before I knew it he was running around, getting his toy dinosaurs out of the bath basket to play with on the lounge room floor and before I knew it he was asking me loads of questions and before I knew it I was telling him off for something quite trivial. Just like that his wellness came back and just like that my mothering a sick child sympathy left me. Back to normal.