I knew today would need to change at 11:40 last night when Micah was up to use the bathroom. He wouldn't be in shape to go to school today.
It's something I'm pretty strict about, this missing school thing. Strict as in, if it's more than a head cold, you're staying home. I think it's left over from when I taught school and parents would send children to school with all sorts of viruses. Seriously, if it's more than a cold and the child isn't on an antibiotic, then the child needs to be at home until it's out of his/her system. Otherwise the entire class gets it. And takes it home to their families.
So Micah, who caught the GI bug on Friday, isn't quite ready yet. He needs at least today to drink a lot of water and let his body rest. He's already a bit antsy about tomorrow, hoping he doesn't miss the Valentine's Day party.
It's very convenient that I do not teach on Mondays or Fridays. I call them my "days off", but you teacher moms know that they are not truly "off". It's not like I pack up and spend the day at the art museum, which I would dearly love to do. But these days are a happy mish-mash of planning lessons and grading papers, mixed with washing sheets and catching up on housework from the weekend. I really enjoy the cozy feeling of a certain amount of work to be done and a set amount of time in which to complete it.
That changes a little bit when someone needs to stay home with you.
Today we go to plan B. Which doesn't look all that different from plan A. Just two people instead of one, and perhaps a little more background noise as he watches Veggie Tales or Superfriends. We'll have time to sit on the couch together under the weight of one of Nanny's afghans, and he'll get the rest he needs. We'll watch the birds and squirrels battle it out at the feeder and enjoy the in-between-ness of a February day bright with snowshine.