What goes up…

Must come down.

I am lucky.  Every month or two, the boys of the house will go away for the weekend, leaving me to myself.  This was the case last weekend, and I had a marvelous time.  Sleeping when I wanted to, eating what I liked, catching up with a friend, generally just being a little bit spoiled.

Saturday afternoon, there was a phone call:

“The kid has a fever” he said. 

“Tylenol and plenty of water, lots of rest” said I (aka Dr. Mom)

Some more phone calls followed, basically the same theme – a sore throat, a bloody nose, lethargy, and a pitiful little voice saying “I miss you Mommy…”

Last night, they came home, and then the kid declared himself not hungry for dinner and ready to go to sleep at 6pm, so off he went.  12 hours later, I heard, “Mommy?  I’m really itchy and I can’t sleep.”  So I got up, and this is what we have now:

Hives, apparently, from some unknown virus.  The pediatrician’s office said to add Benadryl, and call back if there were still hives, fever or sore throat tomorrow. 

I’m really glad I enjoyed my weekend, because *this* is no fun at all.