The Boy is finally, FINALLY feeling better.
And even better, he is finally sleeping.
He has to be exhausted from the lack of sleep he's had since he's been sick. I swear the medicine they gave him that was supposed to knock him out, had the opposite affect.
He has slept in the last two days.
He slept until 9 today (unheard of for this guy who likes to wake up at 6:45). And I let him. Who cares that preschool starts at 9 and he was completely late. Who cares that I let him take an extra 10 minutes to eat his breakfast. Who cares that we read a book, had cuddles and then got him ready for preschool.
I don't. It was worth every minute. And our entire day will be better because of it.