Sarah's got it, too...

The entire family’s caught Brendan’s cold, and it’s made Sarah incredibly grumpy. She was delighted not to go to school, but wasn’t very receptive to the idea of staying in bed all day instead of in front of the TV or her computer. She threw a bit of a snit, and wound up slamming her door to sulk. I tried to coax her out, but finally, I just had to leave her some lunch outside the door. It probably hasn’t been touched in the past hour.

Gordon, of course, went to work anyway. He said that if he isn’t feeling well enough to suffer the drive home in rush hour, he might just sleep in his office. It wouldn’t be the first time, but needless to say, I’m not too thrilled.

I expect Brendan to be unhappy when he comes home, too. He was angry that Sarah got to stay home, and he didn’t. I almost had to wrestle him out the door to get him on the bus. I even called the school to make sure he was in class – it wouldn’t be the first time he’d been caught playing hooky.

I’m hoping a pizza tonight will help smooth things over. I’ll have to call Gordon and grab his credit card number to place the order. I probably shouldn’t entirely assume he won’t be home, but…well, patterns emerge.