It Has Begun!

There have been various countdowns until the end of school. I've seen them on Facebook, school marquees, car windows... everywhere. But I think the most telling is Ethan's stomach.

Every morning I hear this, "I really don't think I can go to school today Mama; my tummy really feels gross." It started out just hit and miss. Every couple days or so, maybe once a week. Now that we are officially at a week and half or so left of school, I am now hearing it every day.

This morning he already had his persuasive arguments ready: "I know I don't have a fever, but what if I get one at school? You would have to drive all the way there to pick me up. If I just stay home it would save you a trip, Mama. And I've already thrown up once at school this year, even if it was just a baby barf. It was still mortifying."

Lest I be falsely accused of being a cruel mother who forces her son to go to school with a sick stomach, I had already let him sleep in for an extra hour. Ethan was getting to school late as it is. I, myself, will get a sick stomach if I am overly tired. Having already indulged him a little bit, Ethan went to school today -- grumbling only a little about the baby barf episode.

Where is he now? Outside playing with the neighborhood, upset stomach long forgotten. Until tomorrow morning that is.

We can't wait until summer.