March 31, 2008 by Marj Hatzell
No, not the radio station. My temperature. The flu has hit.
Bugaboo was feeling icky last week for all of two hours and has had a runny nose (read: FAUCET) since then. The husband woke up yesterday feeling mighty crummy and Bugaboo was running a fever of 101. Great. Two weeks off for spring break and the little bugger gets sick THE DAY BEFORE HE HEADS BACK! ACK!
I’m such a good mommy, that all I did yesterday was complain about the fact that he was going to be home today. Or so I thought. See, last night, after Bug Boy had soccer (and I kept feeling hot and cold and hot and cold at the field in the bright sunlight) I came home and crashed. Bugaboo was camped out on the couch with Darling watching Napcar so I took it as a clear sign to get a nap in while I could. I woke up twenty minutes later with every bone and muscle in my body screaming out in pain. My hair hurt. My teeth hurt. The hairs on the back of my hand hurt (what? You don’t have hair on the back of your hand? Freak.). I spent the rest of the night nursing hot tea, soup and juice and shivering and sweating under a blanket on the couch. We both managed to get the kids fed, bathed and to bed. Then we went to bed ourselves. Where we proceeded to cough, sneeze, moan, ache and writhe in pain all. night. long.
The alarm went off at seven. Darling called out in between wheezes and I roused the troops. They were both complaining but neither was running a fever. So you know what that means. Yup. I sent them both to school. Now, if I was feeling fine? I mighta let them stay home to drink tons and rest up. But with a 102.9 fever? No way in H-E-DOUBLE-HOCKEY-STICKS. I’m such a good mommy. But, see, since they were both eating a drinking and not hacking up a lung? Sayonara.
I figure the worst that could happen is that I’ll get a call to go get one or both of them. The good news? I don’t have the neighbor’s kids today. The bad news? I’ve got seven hours to sleep and drink fluids and feel better before they get back home. I hope.