Please Not Again

I'm seriously starting to dread beyond dread when school calls me at work. Because it means Jackson is sick. Again. This time, a small fever. I didn't have to get him because there were no other symptoms and such, but seriously. This child is going to have to move into a bubble because his father and I are at the end of our ropes with this constant cold. He's much better tonight, but it doesn't roll back the clock on the "what are we in for this time" thoughts we both inevitably get.