Bruce has been running fevers all weekend long. He didn't get out of bed Sunday until about 5pm, only then because he had to go to do some planning with regional managers. Never ate anything all day. Last night, Ashtyn just knew she was sick, too. She lays down, puts her arm to her forehead all dramatic like, and tells me "Mom, I think I caught a tentature. You need to take my tentature because I'm sick."
Of course, this morning, it was for real. She woke up shivering with one of her rising fevers that took more than an hour to break even with medicine. She wouldn't drink her apple juice without a fight. That's never a good sign for the day. She still has a low grade "tentature" but keeps telling me through her cough and red eyes "Mom, I'm not sick any more and I need to go to school!"
I'm just cleaning, blogging, etc. in between her mandatory "tentature" checks that is... waiting on Bruce to get his Monday morning meeting done and get back home with her so I can go to work. She sure is being a cutie so I'm kind of jealous!!
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