Thursday dawned and Bubbie said his throat and head hurt. Knowing that flu is making it's germy self known at the middle school, I kept him home. It will be good for him to rest and read a few books.
But I also had told my mother I would meet her in Giddings, and Bubbie is old enough now (14) to tend to himself for a few hours. I turned a laundry basket upside down to make an impromptu table where I placed some yogurt and juice in a plastic container full of ice, some water with some Motrin, cough drops, an orange, a treat, and some Kleenex next to his bed.
I put a can of chicken noodle soup in the kitchen and his phone next to him, and left the house, knowing he can fend for himself, given the chance. He might be down, but he's a smart little guy. I am hoping that a weekend of rest will do him wonders.