When the puke hits the fan...

and I mean than almost literally. Lately Brantley doesn't want to go to school. Every day it's something - my stomach hurts, head hurts, back hurts, you name it. Yesterday Brantley was complaining about everything. He wasn't running a fever so I made him go to school telling him I can't tell anymore when he truly is sick because he says he's sick all the time because he doesn't want to go to school. I told his teacher we've been having issues and she didn't understand it. She says he always seems very happy at school. He has lots of friends and he's fine academically so it's a mystery why he doesn't want to go so much. I think part of it may be that he's starting to hit puberty and the moodiness is setting in. When I picked him up yesterday he still was saying he didn't feel good. He went to bed at 8:00 (on his own accord) which is really unheard of for him. And then, shortly after 10 he got out of bed and came to get us and proceeded to puke all over the house. Why can't he learn - bathroom first then call for mom and dad? Needless to say we were up to close to midnight cleaning up the mess and keeping him up until we felt like he was done. And, we are home today. I feel guilty about making him go to school yesterday but as a mom you make the best decisions you can at the time. Oh well.