My oldest son, John, is sick. Really sick. He sounds like he is hacking up a lung. His coughing wakes me up at night. That’s irritating. I mean really, I need my beauty sleep.
The only upside is that I know he is actually still in his room and hasn’t snuck out in the middle of the night. Not that I would ever expect a teenager to do something like that, I know I never would have when I was his age. (I was a couple of years older when I started sneaking out.)
He is so sick that he went fishing Monday night. The guys here (by guys I mean the guys my husband knows) did something called a suicide run. They left after work and drove a few hours to the Russian River. They fished until they caught their limit and then drove home. Twice as much time in the car as in the river.
I think I can speak for most women when I say that is absolutely crazy behavior.
(But, I don’t mind the stock of red salmon in my freezer.)
He is so sick that he then slept all day Tuesday. When he woke up he ate.
Then he ate some more.
Then he did some texting.
Ate some more.
Then he went to soccer and played the entire game.
He was so sick that Wednesday he spent several hours playing soccer in the afternoon. Then he went to practice. In the rain. It was 50 degrees and raining.
He said practice was excellent, but his legs were tired.
Today he actually stayed home all day. You know, because his legs were tired, not because he was coughing every 20 seconds and blowing his nose. (Also, conveniently putting the used tissues back in the tissue box. Thanks for that.)
That child is so sick that he ate four helpings of shepard’s pie. And a popsicle. And two glasses of milk. Then he did his chores.
In fact he is so sick that he waited until 8:30 PM to ask, “Can I go play soccer if I’m home by 10?”
Actually, it sounded more like, “COUGH Can I go COUGH go play soccer COUGH COUGH if I’m home COUGH COUGH COUGH by 10?”
Because I’m a good mom I said, “No, you’re sick. You need to rest.”
He looked at me like I was the biggest loser on the planet and said, “OK. FINE!”
Maybe tomorrow the doctor will admit him….