She flipped like a switch.
Photo by National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases on Unsplash
Just before dinner she was fine. At dinner she wasn’t.
She looked white as a ghost.
“I’m Tired”, she kept on telling us over and over again.
We told her to go to bed and although her forehead and our thermometer told us she might have a bit of a fever, it’s when I was changing her into her PJ’s that I realized that our thermometer either lied or there’s been new data since.
Either way, she had a fever and she went to bed.
She slept it off. I had already mentally prepared myself to stay home with her again today so that’s what we did.
“I’m fine”, she told me.
I didn’t believe it and today my spidey-senses were right. By 10am “I’m fine” turned into quietly agreeing with me that we would go up and have a nap and listen to a story.
This never happens. There’s not a lot of lie and listen to stories mid-day here.. we listened and her old man may have dozed off for a bit.
And then just like that about noon - she told me she was hungry.
I fed her a bit to be safe. Then a bit more and a bit more over the course of a few hours
By the time it was 2pm she was over whatever bug was out there and singing and painting and bagging up what’s left of the Halloween candy so we could play store.
I may have helped a bit with the Halloween candy this year.
May have. This is not a an admission of guilt.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.