My fourteen-year-old son is home sick today. Granted, there’s no actual school in session due to Martin Luther King Day, but nevertheless we’re stuck at home. (Fun fact — I attended tiny Antioch college, which boasted Coretta Scott King as one of their esteemed alumni.)
So instead of heading out in search of adventure, we’re watching movies, staying in pajamas and enjoying the scent of homemade chicken noodle soup on the stove.
I do have a lot of household projects that I’d hoped to take care of this week, but instead I think I’ll snuggle in bed with my son and watch Finding Nemo for the umpteenth time.
And I’ll cross my fingers that I don’t catch the virus that’s burning up inside of him.
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”