Our sweet Little Stinker's been sick the last few days.
Actually sweet is probably not best choice of adjectives here. Cranky's more like it.
Hmm, even that can't accurately reflect his mood. I'd say grumpy. Uber grumpy. Yeah, that's it.
But I can't really blame him.
It all started Wednesday night, when his preschool put on THE cutest Christmas program. OK, I'm a bit biased, I know. Anyway, he was up there, singing his little heart out for the first half.
Then all of a sudden, he just stopped. And stared. Not exactly staring, he put his hands up to his eyes like he had binoculars and was searching the crowd. Did I mention he was smack dab in the middle for all to see?
And for his encore, he would sneer at anyone who would look his way and smile. Guess some of my Scrooge-like behavior has rubbed off on the little guy. Uh oh.
By the time we got home, he had that tell-tale glazed look in his eyes and was running a pretty good fever.
If it were any other week, we would have camped out at home and let him convalesce. But this is not just any week. It is THE week for holiday festivities, especially for those of the school aged variety.
So the poor kid was dragged from store to store, party to party. And I had a grumpy kid? Go figure.
So by the end of today -- the Mother of all Holiday Party days -- the little guy was pooped. Still running a fever, I delivered him up to his bed, but he was too miserable to sleep. I tried to make my exit downstairs, he stuck to me like glue. When I asked him if he wanted to come downstairs he just shook his head.
And then he said what all women dream of hearing one day.
"Please stay." Big pause. Then, wide eyed, he added, "You're Mom And I need you."
No sweeter words were ever spoken. So there I stayed, while the other kids were downstairs running with scissors, setting fires or engaging in some other wholesome activity. Because I'm mom and I said so.