11:56 AM & Still Pajama Clad

I think I am enjoying my son being home sick a little too much.  He had a very mild fever so we let him sleep.  That, in itself, is a sign that something was amiss.  Sleeping past 7:30 means James is either sick or in avoidance. Today was the former.  Luckily, any crisis has passed since James' hotness has abated with a little Tylenol and  a lot of liquids. And after downing a few glasses of this cocktail (hidden in his special mix of seltzer and orange/strawberry/banana juice), James is even munching on some pretzels.  Therefore, I am more relaxed and beginning to enjoy where I find myself at noon: on the couch watching "George of the Jungle." Friday has unexpectedly become a lazy day full of movies and puzzles and catch and whatever else I can invent that can capture his interest and keep his attention.  This new agenda for the day has derailed all my other, more practical plans, and rather than being anxious about what I cannot do, I am actually enjoying  the unexpected break. Although I often talk of the progress my son has made, I do realize that his mother, a recovering control freak, has come a long way too!