Usually on Saturday evening, Joey and I saunter over to the church to listen to the band. Joey likes music, especially involving drums and guitars, and since there arent a lot of people at the Saurday service, it gives us a chance to get hi used to the sanctuary and going to church and stuff without having too many people jostling him and making him nervous.
But tonight he would not sit down. Even when they started, all he could do was track, track,track. Track the banister, track the pews, track the cords for the guitars, track a seam in the carpet. Then he wanted to run out to the street, out into the halls, up and down the main aisle. Track. track, track.
This means one thing:
Joey is coming down with something.
This is really depressing, because we just finished a round of antibiotics because he had never recovered from teh croup. It means if he goes to Sunday school tomorrow, he will probably have a bad day and need the director to come be the aide again. We might not go at all, trying to head off the storm. He's already missed a week of school, so his schedule has already been a complete mess.
On a more selfish note, it also means I didn't get to sit with him for the half-hour to listen to the music while hugging a Boy- something I really could have used this week.