He's just not that into me. Alternate Title : Katherine's favorite post ever.

You know how sweet it is when you child is sleepy or a little sick and all they want is you and your hugs and your kisses and your cuddles? Well, I don't. Because apparently, when my kids are sick, my hugs and kisses and cuddles are pretty far down on the list.
Ace has been fighting congestion, runny watery eyes, and a croup-y cough for over a week now and he's okay during the day but has been sleeping kind of restlessly and waking up in a daze for the past few nights. He's a sleeptalker on a normal day and when he's feeling bad, he gets really chatty. Last night we had this conversation, and my heart broke a little.
Time: 2:18am, Mommy alarm goes off when I hear Ace coughing and mumbling to himself and rush to his bedside, ready to soothe and comfort him with my presence.
"Hi Buddy, are you okay, do you want some water?"
"No. Go way"
"Oh, okay. Don't you want me to lay down with you and rub your back?"
"No, I need Grandma"
"Grandma is in Carolina, remember, and I think she's probably sleeping"
"Is Uncle Tan in Carolina, because I want him here. I have a baseball"
"Yeah, well, he's in California sleeping. Do you want to come lay down in my bed?"
"Is Katherine there?"
"No, Katherine has her own bed in California"
"I want to go there"
"Okay, we'll go there tomorrow. Goodnight, Buddy, I love you."
"I love Katherine"
"Katherine loves you too"
"And Tan"
"Yes, and Tan"
*silence*
I get back in bed and I hear his sweet little voice calling for me and think he wants me to come back because he's remembered how much he loves and needs me. But...
"Mommy, will you bring my my picture of Tan and Katherine"
Ouch.

I'm sad. I'm sad because after all the talk about the great, fun day Ace was going to have today at school with the parade and the treats and the party, now he's sick. The worst part, is that he doesn't believe me when I tell him that he is sick. He thinks I'm making it all up. Forget the fact that he woke up last night burning up and stumbling around the hallway in a feverish daze. Forget the fact that he is coughing and doesn't have the energy to eat his eggs and cinnamon toast. He just thinks Mommy is mean and telling him a big, fat lie and keeping him from a fun day at school. Mean, mean Mommy.
So we are home, in our jammies, watching Sid the Science kid. We should be at school, going trunk to trunk and getting sweet, yummy treats. But again, Mommy is mean and lying to everyone about this "sickness" (imagine John McCain doing his sarcastic air quotes around that word).
Oh well, hopefully he'll be better tomorrow and we can still trick or treat. I'm debating whether this is worth a doctor's visit. He is crying about his neck hurting (his throat I guess?) I'll wait a few hours and see how he's doing.
Hope everyone else is having a happier day.

Do you have any sick day traditions? We usually make cinnamon toast and the kids sometimes gets Sprite. We make a big bed of blankets and pillows on the floor and watch movies all day (even the non-sick kids get to participate)