I've been going at a slower pace this week. It started with Pete going out of town on Saturday and then Clayton getting sick on Sunday. Poor fella. He had a fever and felt blucky. I kept him home Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday, his fever was gone so I sent him to school. He had a little cough, too. He said he didn't want to go to school and of course I thought he was just liking being with his momma. He saw there was no winning this You're-going-to-school argument so he asked if I would pick him up after lunch. Since I had to take something back to the school for Kendall, I said I would.
I picked him up and we went to the grocery store for a few items. We went home and he watched a little video. I took his temp and it was 101.9F! Ugh! That was it. Four days in a row of fever and it was time for him to be checked out. We got in the doctor's office in the afternoon after I picked Kendall up from school. The doc did a chest x-ray and the little guy was diagnosed with pneumonia. I think we caught it early enough that antibiotics for 10 days might be all we have to do.
And all of this is going on while my husband is in Sweden. He will get back on my birthday--this Saturday. He and the kids planned ahead and bought me some chocolates so the kids could give me a gift when I woke up on Saturday. The reason I know about the chocolates is last night there were wrappers and a shredded candy box on Kendall's floor. I hope they make good chocolate in Sweden. Maybe I'll love the replacement candy. Anyhoo. Last year for my birthday, Cody got into the pantry and made a huge mess. The dogs really love me.
I'm tired from all the middle of the night wakings this week. I better get to bed.