The mercifully quick virus
Isaac's stomach virus appeared to be a 36-hour thing. He came down with it Friday afternoon and woke up Sunday morning fresh-faced as a choirboy. Phew.
When Jake did his traditional scream-for-mommy bit in the wee hours of last night, I noticed he was hot to the touch. This morning, it was his turn to wake up out-of-sorts, fussing about how his tummy hurt, and running a 102-degree fever. We had these great plans today that it was going to be National Jake Day because his wishes got put on the back burner for Isaac's sick time. I was going to make him pancakes like he asked me to do two days ago... except he didn't want to eat them. I was going to give him some dedicated time in the baby pool after Isaac's swim lesson... except that his fever continued to run despite children's Tylenol (and he begged me to take him home). I was going to take him in the backyard to play in the sandbox... except that he couldn't tolerate any movement unless it was toward the couch to watch more TV.
So now, after three solid days in the past week of doing almost nothing but watch TV, we are really REALLY bored of each other. We even went for a drive tonight -- that's right, with gas at $4 a gallon and me as the world's ultimate skinflint -- just to get out of the house. We were so looking forward to seeing Daddy again tomorrow anyway, but now we actually need him here. Before we kill each other. Hopefully he will avoid the virus.
When Jake did his traditional scream-for-mommy bit in the wee hours of last night, I noticed he was hot to the touch. This morning, it was his turn to wake up out-of-sorts, fussing about how his tummy hurt, and running a 102-degree fever. We had these great plans today that it was going to be National Jake Day because his wishes got put on the back burner for Isaac's sick time. I was going to make him pancakes like he asked me to do two days ago... except he didn't want to eat them. I was going to give him some dedicated time in the baby pool after Isaac's swim lesson... except that his fever continued to run despite children's Tylenol (and he begged me to take him home). I was going to take him in the backyard to play in the sandbox... except that he couldn't tolerate any movement unless it was toward the couch to watch more TV.
So now, after three solid days in the past week of doing almost nothing but watch TV, we are really REALLY bored of each other. We even went for a drive tonight -- that's right, with gas at $4 a gallon and me as the world's ultimate skinflint -- just to get out of the house. We were so looking forward to seeing Daddy again tomorrow anyway, but now we actually need him here. Before we kill each other. Hopefully he will avoid the virus.
posted by Claire at 9:50 PM
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