Home sick and hunting for eggs

We are scheduled to leave for Hawaii on Monday. We've planned this trip almost a year in advance. Everything is booked. Thursday, I get a call from the school that JT is in the nurses office with a 103.1 fever. I rush from the shop to pick him up and bring him back to work with me stopping briefly for tylenol, ibuprofen and these stick on your forehead cool gel things.

Poor boy. I made an appointment to see the Dr that afternoon. We got in and she says it's a virus. We're about 1 full day in so his fever should clear within 3 days then he'll have a cough. I tell her we are going on vacation. She says worst case scenario, there is a Kaiser in Hawaii.

He stays home from school the next day too. It's the Friday before Spring Break. I specifically remember being sick in elementary school and missing the Friday before the Break. I missed the classroom candy, the Easter party. It's all good though since they don't do things like candy and Easter in school anymore. sigh.





By Saturday he seems to be eating again, the fever is staying down. They dye Easter eggs.

Sunday, after a morning of candy and easy pull apart danishes we head to church. We come home and I cook a giant meal while packing all of our clothes for a week. We hide and hunt for eggs.

They grub down on too much sugar. I'm setting the table as we watch a movie that HeaBug got in her Easter basket... Cirque Du Soleil: Worlds Away.

And then it comes. The puke. Suddenly. And with it... a fever. For HeaBug.

A shower, some tylenol, and a bed on the couch later, some of us sit down to eat a bit of what was going to be fabulous food.

HeaBug swears to never eat purple peeps again.

No need to take her in, I know what this is. It's the virus. The one that JT had. Fever for 3 days then lots of coughing.

Darn you sick. We are still going to Hawaii tomorrow.

Happy Easter. Love the Booth Ohana