Yesterday Emma woke up and was feeling a little warm. But, then again, my hands are cold and so I think that everyone always has a fever. But, she was a little lethargic, too, and just wanted to cuddle on the couch.
Garry is usually our point-man-in-charge of all sicknesses, but I tried to fill in since he is gone. I gave her some Motrin, dressed her warmly, and tried to feed her breakfast.
The Motrin did the trick and soon she was her bouncing, jumping, climbing off EVERYTHING self. So, I sent her to school.
A few hours later she came off the bus, looking like death warmed over.
"I have a fever," she told me. "School wrote you a note."
Oh no! A note home from school, probably demanding to know why I sent my child to school with a fever and clearly sick and telling me that Emma was not to come back to school. Didn't they know the magic that Motrin can work? Didn't they know that when I sent her to school she was fine? I braced for the unkind words surely written on the pages.
Instead, I found a quick note saying that Emma was not herself that day, they took her to the nurse, and she had a temperature of 99 degrees.
Today she is home; we're kickin' it and watching movies. She is probably well enough for school, but I am not going to risk THAT again. Can you imagine what her teachers would think if I did that two days in a row?