Off to a rough start

So Joe was supposed to start school this Monday. We woke up to snow drifts galore and a 2 hour delay. I opted to keep him home because he had been sick with a wicked cold on Sunday. My energizer bunny had not moved from the couch for the entire day. After staying home Monday he seemed to be on the road to recovery, he actually played with some of his toys and was acting more like the Joe we know and love. Monday I made the mistake of telling him at bed time that he was going to school the next day. He kept insisting 'not go to bed go to school.' After a tearful and slightly stressful bed time Daddy and I breathed a sigh of relief to know he was so excited about school.
Of course the tune changed the next morning. 'No school, stay home, Joe's home' became the new mantra of the day. We had gotten him up at 7am. That gave us an hour to get ready. I felt like we were rushing the poor child through his morning routine that he usually gets to set his own pace for and it was torture. The school bus(van) arrived and Joe was less then thrilled about that as well although he did not cry so I was able to get him buckled into his car seat holding my own tears back as he told me again 'No stay home Joe stay home.' Of course once the van pulled out of our drive way and got down the road out of sight I was a blubbering mess. What a long day that was. Joe got home and seemed quite content. He came in and began playing with his toys and when I asked him what he had done at school he even responded to my question with 'played with big ball'. I assumed this meant he had therapy with PT. So I made an executive decision and Joe went to bed a half an hour earlier so we could get up earlier and not feel as if we are running about like chickens with our heads cut off in the morning.
Wednesday morning seemed smoother, Joe was less apt to say No stay home and more into just saying No because it is his favorite word.(Ahhh the irony, last year I would of killed to hear any word out of my child's mouth and now all I hear is NO.) So off he goes on the bus happy happy joy joy, he seems really excited about going back to school. Home he comes, he slept all the way home, apparently he had a huge coughing jag prior to coming home and wore himself out. I took him out of the van and the fun began. Everything was tears, hitting mommy or daddy, and pure frustration on Joe's part. Dinner in particular was awful, 1 hour of screaming and crying. I finally got him settled and into bed. His coughing stopped once he stopped crying and so did the runny nose. He slept well all night, no coughing and seemed perfectly willing to cooperate when morning came(Willing to cooperate means he only said NO 3-4 times when we asked him to do something). Off to school all is well until the phone rang at 10:30. Joe is not acting himself and feels warm. All he will say is all done and go home. I picked him up and decided to keep him home tomorrow as well to see if we can't get this cold to loosen it's hold. Poor little man.
Hopefully next week will be a better to start to his school week.