My fiancee was supposed to be going into town to meet up with friends today. They do a lunch and work thing every couple of months or so, and I love when that happens because it means I get the house to myself, at least while my step-son is at school.
But my step-son woke up with the sniffles and a sore throat this morning. Normally, he will race to the digital thermometer to check his temperature when he's feeling even the slightest bit off, but today he just sat and had his breakfast. He seemed fine, he was resigned to going to school. I tried to cheer him up with some jokes, and it seemed to work.
Then his mom came downstairs, and he turned it up to 11. She pointed out the thermometer, he raced to it, and ta-da, he has a mild fever. He gleefully raced up to his room to play, while she announced to me that her plans were also cancelled because one of her friends is sick, too.
I really needed the predictability of everyone being out and knowing when they would be back. Work has been chaos this week, kiddo's off school tomorrow for a PD day, and my fiancee has planned a big to-do about the start of March Break.
This was my day of quiet predictability.
Oy.