You Give Me Fever

I'm proud owner of a feverish child upstairs. I have to say I'm amused by the erratic things a sick child will say. Kika came in the kitchen and promptly told me "mama, I'm sick of laying down on the living room floor!". Huh? What do you mean, I asked? "I'm just......" a few drunken steps and she burst into tears. "My head hurts!"

To hear her so helpless today, was pathetically adorable. She was not thrilled at the idea of a nap, but fell victim to her lethargy and is now comfortably tucked in in my bed. She has a fever. And a headache. Although it is comforting to blame the needless well baby check at the dr.'s office the other day, or yesterday's playdate, I'm going to allow her body the opportunity to heal itself, and I'm going to re-read Healing Crisis, a favorite article of mine about respecting how the body deals with illness. As my great friend Joanna says: "Fever Is Our Friend".

Luckily, the other munchkin was getting tired herself at the same time, and is tucked in her bed too. It's very quiet here right now. Ahhhh.

I'm thankful for small blessings today:

1. A forgotten box of leftovers in my fridge that is making for the perfect lunch. My favorite chili & cheese taco salad from Bob Evans with a delectable piece of pumpkin bread on the side. Mmmm.
2. 2 sleeping children at once, which gave me the opportunity to breathe in the still, quietness of a blissful gorgeous fall day.
3. A quiet neighborhood. I'm listening to the hum of my dryer, some bugs outside and a jet overhead (that is unusual for around here).
4. Grass outside that's brilliantly GREEN and growing....inch by inch.
5. A clean house! (Thank You Linda)

Update: Kika took 3 naps and her fever broke at 6pm. No Tylenol. She took some supplements instead. She went outside for a little bit in the evening and was as good as new in the morning.