The first day of being unwell is rarely the hard one… The hard day is the one after that. The fever's gone, the worst of it has passed, but they're still not quite right, still not well enough for school, and suddenly they have opinions again. They're bored. They want to run around, or they want twelve different things in the space of an hour, and you're trying to hold down a job, or a business, or the rest of the household, around a child who is neither poorly enough to rest nor well enough to properly play.