Sick days are the longest days

So here I was gung-ho about the time change, and how we were going to be up at the crack of dawn anyhow so maybe we'd just have an extra long time at Disney and all would be excellent.

So no.

Spencer woke up with a tummyache and not wanting breakfast which is NOT like him, and went back to bed. Then the barf started (thankfully, for someone who doesn't throw up often, that child has an amazing ability to get down off his bunk bed and make it to the toilet before going full steam ahead). I am terrible with vomit but I held my own and then got him into the shower where he proceeded to feel so much better that he was singing Blue Danube in multiple octaves and dancing.

But it didn't last.

Keeping Henry away from him was also difficult - the boys share a room and are pretty much inseparable when Spencer's not at school. C took him to Target with him for Lysol and Gatorade, and I took him with me to the grocery store (and again to Target for another errand). Otherwise we let him watch a lot of television on the opposite side of the house, while Spencer stayed away from his brother's bed but otherwise spent the whole day watching movies on the portable DVD player and sleeping, taking up residence in the bedroom.

Sunday was the longest day ever. 1pm felt like 5pm. 4pm felt like 8pm. 8pm ... I was done.

By 8pm he was keeping soup and tylenol (low grade fever) down, and then he went back to bed for the night.

This morning he was soaking wet with sweat like he broke a fever, and was in a general foul mood. I hate leaving him to go to work, but C is home working so he's staying with him. This will be his first day missing of school since it started and I want to go home and be with him, but I can't and it sucks.