Conversation from this morning:
"Mom, I'm really not feeling well."
"Well, let's get you something to eat and get you woken up a bit."
"Can't I just take the day off? A mental health day?"
"James...there's like 5 days of school left. Just buck up. It'll be fine."
Here's where I must say, it's a real bummer when your child starts throwing your own (let's call it) encouragement (instead of guilt trip) back in your face.
"Come on James. Do this for me."
"Do this for ME, Mom."
Well, of course, he went to school (not) happily. And, somehow, managed. I swear this last week has already lasted at least two months.