Saturday in the early morning hours Jack started getting sick. The picture below is where he's been since then. I took him to the doctor (along with all the other kids from his school) on Saturday and he tested negative for the flu. When he started running a high fever on Sunday I took him back in. Sure enough, he tested positive for the flu. He is pitiful. Even though he's pitiful, he is still grateful. When I bring him anything he gives me a weak, "Thanks, mom." I get the same reply when I get up with him in the night. He hasn't complained the first time.
I have washed my hands over 10,000 times. The other boys have done the same. Clayton has really stepped up. I left the kitchen one night after dinner. When I came back he had cleaned the kitchen, by himself. He is constantly asking me if he can help with anything. He has gotten Jack Powerade, the DS, a cold washcloth, etc. While I don't like it when one of mine is sick, I have just loved watching Clayton's servant heart emerge. It has caused me to be misty-eyed a few times. Maybe that's the silver lining to having the one having the flu.