Cheated

Remember how Rhett the 3 year old has chicken pox and yesterday he was extra cuddly?  Well he still has chicken pox but is slightly less cuddly. In fact you can hardly tell he's sick.  At this very minute he's doing laps around the house. 

Um, I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the benefits of a sick child but they are supposed to have less energy and be quiet pathetic little souls who watch movies on the couch and ask for juice.  Instead my child is attempting to re-enact Avatar. 

He got up at 5 a.m. today.  At 12:30 p.m. he announced he was ready to sleep and did so for two hours, thank Jebus.  I had a nap too followed by the rapid succession inhaling of a chocolate pudding and chocolate covered granola bar but I'm still bitchy.  I need to keep a  stash of actual chocolate hidden in my house for just such occasions. However, much as with cookies, if I know it's here, it's not hidden and it's gone.

Sigh. Anyway, I am mature and good enough of a mother to appreciate the fact that my little boy is not suffering.  I just want him slowed down a little.  Is that too much to ask?

I think not.