Well, we’re actually home recuperating.
I knew we were in for it when my four-year-old fell asleep on the floor Friday afternoon. The child gave up naps when she was two-and-a-half. The only times she sleeps in the middle of the day are when she’s sick.
And sure enough, when she woke a few hours later, her head was hot and her face flushed. My kids have always been prone to fevers with no other symptoms, so I crossed my fingers and hoped that we would be spared anything involving bodily fluids. ‘Cause my biggest fear is puke. I’d rather go to the dentist ten times over than catch a puke bug. I think she was going to run away if I asked her one more time, "Does your tummy feel okay?" Fortunately her only complaint was a headache.
The fever hung on all day yesterday so that I had to cancel my plans last night, which was a good thing because she seemed delirious as she snoozed beside me on the couch, her feverish body warming me like an electric blanket.
But this morning she woke up cool and cheerful, and I think the worst is over. We stayed home while my husband took the other two kids to church. C was actually disappointed when I told her she couldn’t have any more Tylenol Meltaways, a sure sign she’s on the road to recovery.
It’s a nice morning to be home. Outside the weather is damp and gray, but we are cozy and warm inside with a fire burning in the fireplace and the smell of fresh coffee brewing. I might actually get to catch up on some of my blog reading!