Hot and bothered
We’ve been feverishly working … and sleeping, eating, drinking and playing. On Monday, Farmguy was diagnosed with bronchitis and suffered fevers, shakes and shivers. He was bedridden for two days. On Tuesday, all three kids were hot, bothered and crashed on the couch with pillows and blankets and alternating doses of Tylenol and Motrin. By Thursday, the fevered few was down to one.
I’ve been remembering what it’s like to have a newborn. Every night, every few hours, little people have cried out from their beds needing water or complaining too hot, too cold, shivers or headaches. Spiking fevers like the midnight hour (and those that follow!).
It’s been miserable. For all of us.
On the other hand … the house stayed relatively neat and tidy. The laundry pile has remained unimposing — welcoming even. Meal preparation is decidedly simpler. I’ve practiced patience, goodwill and motherly love without restriction. And thanks to Netflix, I’m catching up on the beginning seasons of Grey’s Anatomy that I missed.
So all in all, it’s been a sick week — and I include the weather in that proclamation. Now it’s Friday. Last night I was awakened only once by a hot kid. There’s hope on the horizon if that fever would just let him go, for good.
At the moment, he’s curled up in my bed watching Curious George.
I might just crawl in there with him.