Oh yes, you read that right. Our house spent the weekend sick. SICK!
I am not thrilled about this. Not at all.
We were supposed to go to a hockey game. Had tickets and everything. My little sister and her boyfriend got lucky in that department and took them for us so they didn't go to waste. She had fun, so at least I know someone enjoyed our seats.
Back to the sick...
Preston started running a fever early Saturday morning. Sometime around one-ish. It went away by early afternoon and I thanked my lucky stars that it was only a half day kind of thing. We went over to my parent's that night for dinner since they were already contaminated because we'd been there the other day and Mason who ran a fever the day before Preston was already over there with my sister. Plus my Mom said to come on over and they were making dinner. I'm not one to turn down a meal that I didn't have to cook, especially when Preston is sick and I don't want to do anything.
Of course we got home that night and by bedtime Preston was running a fever again. Blah. I Tylenol'd him up and he was out by 9pm, which is pretty much unheard of for him. He didn't even wake up until 9am this morning. Still running that damn fever. Still taking Tylenol.
He then crashed out on the couch this afternoon. Naps don't happen in our house, so this really meant he was sick. As if the fever wasn't proof enough, the fact that he slept over three hours this afternoon really took care of that.
I'm hoping that he'll still go down at a normal hour tonight even though he napped. And then while I'm hoping for unrealistic things, I'm hoping that he wakes up tomorrow perfectly healthy. No fever, no cough, no runny nose. And since I'm a go big or go home kind of girl, I'll go ahead and hope this sickness doesn't make it's way through the rest of the house. Cause with the cough I've got I'm sure that's going to happen.