I managed to not go into panic mode. I suppose texts are kinder than middle-of-the-night phone calls in that respect. Turned out my little guy, who was spending the night with a friend, was sick.
Little guy: "Feel kinda sick what do you think I should do Do you think I should just wait it out until tomarrow"
Me: "I can come get you."
Little guy: "Idk i think i might just wait till tomarrow In your opinion what do you think I should do"
Me: "I should come get you. Could be the flu."
So, I put on my best crazy-lady-driving-around-the-neighborhood-in-the-middle-of-the-night outfit. Yup. Jammies, tennies, rainbow colored fleece scarf, brown knitted hat, black trench coat, and my mouth guard. OK, I remembered to take that out as I walked through the kitchen to the door. Tell you what, I was hoping I wouldn't be stopped by the cops. I did not want to get out of the car with a spot light on me...no way.
The kid was ready when I got there. He got in the car looking straight up terrible. I drove him home with my usual middle-of-the-night drive home talk about how he can always, always call me whenever, wherever, for whatever reason, and I will come pick him up, no questions asked. I think he heard me through his febrile dilerium. Got home, tucked him in under three blankets by request, gave him some meds, and said I loved him.
When he feels better we're going to work on the correct spelling of "tomarrow"...
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