It's that time of year to take out bulky sweaters, turn on the heater and have plenty of tissue on hand.
The cold season is here.
For me, it came early - I was sick in late August; feeling miserable during our camping trip. And Mr.O is still recovering from his illness just over a month ago.
Last Sunday, J.P had the sniffles but a nagging cough and a mild fever came suddenly.
Being sick means no school, huh?
J.P dutifully takes his Tylenol, drinks lots of fluids and to pass the time, he reads books or plays on the computer. At least, he has an appetite. His fever comes and goes throughout the day but it rises near bedtime.
"Mommy, do I have to go to school tomorrow?"
"Are you feeling better now? Do you still have fever?"
J.P moans and groans, a coughing fit ensues. What an Oscar performance!
I check his temperature, and tell him that his fever is high. He'll need to rest and to take his medication again. J.P slumps back down on the couch, and lets out a big sigh.