Brea woke up early this morning with an icky tummy.
This is not how she had planned to spend her day. In PJs, yes. At home, no.
Today at school kids are celebrating Dr. Seuss' birthday. PJs, slippers, and silly socks are being worn. Stories are being read. Birthday cake is being eaten.
Brea's words to me mid-morning were, "It makes me mad that I'm not at school today."
It reminds me of the 2-3 years in a row when I was about her age that I was sick on my birthday. It made me mad. And sad. I just wanted to share birthday treats ON my birthday with my classmates. Was that too much to ask?
After a pukey morning, my little monkey seems to be feeling a bit better. She's eaten a piece of toast, has built a cave fort with the couch cushions, and is watching toons as I type.
Since neither of us are joining in the fun of silly sock day at school, we decided to have our own silly sock day at home.
Silly socks and PJs...our way of brightening up this sick day.