Over the last week, Rudy and I have spent almost 5 days together. I was sick last week. I went to my doctor on Thursday and she diagnosed me as having a virus ( very little that could be done) and suggested strongly that I take the rest of the week off to rest and relax. I agreed, which is very unusual for me. Despite popular opinion, if I'm at home, even if it's because I'm sick, Rudy stays home with me. The main reasons for this are 1) I feel guilty sending him to school if I am able to take care of him at home and 2) his school is not on the way to anything else and very much out of the way for Paul to go to, so it doesn't seem worth the effort to get him there if I'm not going there. So Rudy and I stayed home Thursday and Friday and had very lazy days - Rudy got to watch more TV in a day than he usually does in a week - but it enabled me to nap so all was good.
By Saturday I was feeling better. Paul had a basketball tournament this weekend so he was gone most of the day. Rudy and I ran errands and I felt pretty good, if a little tired. By Saturday afternoon my throat started to get scratchy and I started thinking about how to see my doctor again without having to take off from work on Monday.
Sunday, my birthday, Rudy and I went to watch Paul's basketball team. Then we came home and waited for Paul. We had plans to go out to a nice seafood dinner. By mid-afternoon on Sunday my throat was very scratchy and painful and I decided my best option was to go to the local Urgent Care center once Paul got home. Fortunately, once I arrived, I only waited about 30-45 minutes. The doctor checked me out, didn't see anything in my throat, my lungs and ears were clear. But he decided to do a throat culture anyway, just in case. Good thing he did since it turned out I had Strep Throat. His next question to me was "What do you do?" When I told him I was a teacher he told me I could not go to work the next day because they were trying to prevent any major outbreaks. I wasn't thrilled about being off, and I knew my work wouldn't be either. But I accepted it as necessary.
Our day off on Monday turned out to be a great day. Paul had a very busy weekend and was out the door by about 6:15 both mornings. I suggested that he should take the day off and relax and he agreed so we had a nice, easy day off together.
Now onto the pictures. When you are 3 and forced to stay inside at home for 2 days, you tend to get creative.
Playing a drum in a parade around the house.

The blue blanket was his cage and he was a tiger.

A sleepy boy on the way home from basketball on Sunday. (I just can't resist the peaceful pictures!)

Birthday cake made by my favorite guys.

On Monday Paul and Rudy went to the local Wildlife Refuge and walked and drove around for a while.