I ruined August’s shot at perfect attendance by getting sick. During the night August woke up from a nightmare, telling Carly “Mama don’t lock me in the room by myself.” He couldn’t get back to sleep, and was stuffy. After awhile he climbed up with me and told me he was itchy. After ten minutes or so he climbed back down to Carly and eventually went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, I had just the slightest hint of an upset stomach before I went to bed and thought it was odd. Then during the night I woke up twice and threw up. I threw up a third time after 6 and Carly agreed to head to school late. He was up 6:37. He went downstairs and Carly got him back to sleep on the couch. Carly stayed until after 7:30. I lay on the couch and he woke up at 7:47.
He watched a lot of The Magic School Bus as I tried to rest on the couch. Got him Cheerios and water. At 9:50 he said “Dada, I need some attention.” And started crying. He calmed down and made a game of stuffing things under the blanket. I told him how I had thrown up three times and he said “The time I was sick I threw up more than three…I mean in Korea.” He then started taking care of me. He got his stool and put it on my chest and said it gave me medicine “Thst button gives you most medicine…Beep. See? It feels better already.” I took my temperature (for real) and it was fine. We drank the can of orange drink that had been left over from Jordan and I had a coke. August was being microscopic and said “I can go through things with dangerous things like sulfuric acid!” He took more care of me, but kept insisting that his shots should make me better. I told him that it didn’t really work that way. He said “I push a button on the wall and it makes magic real. See? Magic medical center.”
He convinced me to go play with Duplos and said “I remember a cushiony cushiony block think where Vivian lives.” We made a store. He was frustrated when I was doing things slowly and said I wasn’t giving him attention. I said it was just slow. He said I wasn’t giving him fast enough attention. Back on the couch we read chapter 1 of The 52-Story treehouse.
He was hungry for oatmeal so I made him some. I put it on the table for him but he was slow getting off the couch. “I’m like mama when she doesn’t know how to get up.” That is something she says.
He ate, then I lay on the couch and he let me rest while he watched two more episodes of The Magic School Bus. He was done at 1 and wanted to play. He had wanted to make another stress ball, so we looked for Carly’s tool fo making them, cut from the top of a plastic bottle. We looked all over but couldn’t find it. We ended up just playing with a balloon instead, me blowing it up and then him letting it go to fly around the room. He wanted me to go get it, but I made us switch back and forth. We read Go, Dog, Go. He requested I sing “Animal Life”. Then I got him peanut butter and apples. He ate that and we tracked Carly as she walked home using Find My iPhone. She was home before 2. After a bit they walked over to the mall and came back with Gatorade. They were back around 4. I was resting upstairs and came down after 5. They were going to head back out to take some cardboard to school for the castles her students are making. He asked “Is the students gonna have a fun time with the castles and I’m just going to be bored?” He was playing with clay and had eaten cucumber, turkey, cheese, and grapes. He then had a second dinner of oatmeal and mango.
They went to school and pharmacy. He got sad when Carly said he couldn’t touch a castle her students were making and did his really sad crying. While they were gone I watched the season finale of The Walking Dead.
Back at home, as he was having a third dinner of stir fry, he asked Carly “What director mean?” That was a reference to Magic School Bus, as he had watched the episode where they make a movie twice today. He also asked “What field trip mean?” Also a Magic School Bus reference, although could also apply to the field trip he learned about at preschool (to a farm next Thursday). He said I had read that Andy and Terry book to him, and even though I hadn’t read the words ‘idiot’ or ‘stupid’ he still gave me a consequence. We talked some more about me leaving at preschool and Carly reminded him it would be like when he was with Oma and Opa. He said “But they have NO treats!” He was playing with the clay on the dining room table. Earlier, he had wanted to mix colors and Carly had started to suggest he not do it, and he said something like “but isn’t it always better to learn?”
Carly took him up for his bath, then I came up to say goodnight. He was asleep about 8:20