DS has been up half the night and is feeling horrible this morning. He's 12 so he doesn't need my constant attention or anything, in fact he's gone back to bed.
Didn't have anything I needed to do particuarly today, but I will just feel mithered all day.
Done the dreaded school phone call to the 'attendance line', and will now worry about his 2nd day off sick this term because of all the attendance targets.
I think some of this comes from my Dad really frowning on me having days off sick as a child. He told me I was 'putting it on' and I turned out to have Chicken Pox. 