As a result, we spent the entire weekend either in bed or on the couch (typically rotating who was where so Vince had at least one set of un-drugged eyes looking after him).
I felt bad that we couldn't do much beyond a few minutes of floor play with him. We were both just so sapped of any energy that it was a challenge just to drag ourselves from bed. It was such a beautiful weekend, and our poor son had to spend it cooped up in the house.
What do you folks do on days like this? I hate to admit it, but we definitely resorted to the television. It was on non-stop with barely a break or two in there for board games or play-fighting with swords.
I admit, however, that we both enjoyed giving each other "stamps" by way of magic markers. I'd draw a happy face on his hand, then he'd drawn one on mine. I'd draw a star on his leg, he'd draw one on my arm. This went on for quite a while until it looked like we'd gotten ourselves into a messed up tattooing contest. I actually had to scrub him down a bit with wet wipes before my husband thought he'd caught a wild disease. *Grin*
There have to be some good activities that will keep him occupied, help him spend some energy, and not have me terrified he's off playing with knives. ;)