Thursday was quite a beautiful day. Clear skies. Sun, warm to the skin. Which is not a recurrent event here in WA, specially this early into Spring. So you might have guessed by now that we spent most of the day outside, taking in some vitamin D. The day seemed to be going well, but little did I know that would be the very same day it all went downhill.
After we had lunch we decided to go for a walk to the field right behind our neighborhood. We love going there because nobody ever goes there (except older people who go to the Community Garden). A. wanted to go practice his golfing so we took the clubs, some newly renovated golf balls. J. wasn’t too excited but he still brought his club with him.
Once at the field A. found the perfect spot, still wet from the rain, but he teed like nobody’s business. He teed one ball, then the next and the next.
He has such a good arm! He can hit the ball, which I seriously can’t, and he has such power behind the strike. This little man, almost 5, is so into Golfing that dad found him some classes. I haven’t seen him so excited!
He hit a few balls and then invited his brother to hit some himself. But J. was just not feeling. He was cranky and upset, but he just couldn’t put a finger on what it was that was bugging him so.
We soon decided to head back home, snuggle on the couch, watch a movie and enjoy some popcorn. When dinner came about that is when it all went downhill.
J. said, and I quote, “I don’t want to eat. I am not feeling well“. That night little men woke up around 11:30 with a fever, feeling beaten.
That Friday was spent on the couch with a little boy who slept half the day, barely ate, and drank even less. And just a few hours to our departure to Seattle.
This past weekend was not what we had bargained for. We were, and still are, sick. But very happy to have seen Grandma.
What do you do to make yourself feel better when sick?