Will has the flu. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. He is quarantined at Billy's since I'm scheduled for surgery on Wednesday. The doctors say he's contagious through Tuesday. And the kicker? Billy's in Texas. So Will is taking care of himself...with the flu. Can I tell you exactly how bad I feel? Or what a terrible mother I feel like tonight?
I know that he's eighteen. I know that we'll have no school - tomorrow is a holiday and Tuesday will be a snow day. So he can sleep and recuperate. But really, I can't stand knowing he's sick and alone. I can Skype, call, text and Snapchat. But nothing is better than hugging him, making him soup and making sure he gets plenty of rest.
Hugs, William. I'm thinking of you every minute and hopefully this week will fly by and we'll both be feeling better by the weekend. Love and kisses!!!!!
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