2 hours or so after yesterday's cliffhanger post (will I go or will I not?), I found my 6yo curled up on the kitchen floor, over the heating vent...he was shivering uncontrollably and sensibly decided to get where it was warm. Yes, he has the flu. I moved him to the couch and covered him with a blanket, where he slept for the next 3 hours or so. He seemed to perk up a bit after he woke up, but he's sick again today (he's asleep on the couch again. This alone is an indicator of illness; he does not voluntarily close his eyes to sleep unless he's sick). So here I am. Poor little kid. Him, not me.
*credit for title to Cynthia Heimel. I was just about to look for the book, and I remembered that I'm blogging so I don't have to cite MLA or APA style.