At 4 a.m. a little voice spoke into my ear. “Mommy, my head hurts and I feel heavy.” A few cuddles and a Motrin, later, the boy was fast asleep. Luckily, he doesn’t technically<\/i> have a fever, a fever being 100.4 and when he woke, he had 100.3 (no, really!). The benefit of this being that he can have a sick day today, and as long as his temperature doesn’t go up .1, I can send him to camp tomorrow guilt-free (kids must be fever-free for 24 hours before being allowed back at camp or school).<\/p>\n
I think his body is just demanding a little downtime. It’s been go go go for him. Camp is a loooong day for him. The bus picks him up at 8:30 and drops him back off at 4:30. Everyday he has Instructional Swim and Free Swim. Yesterday he had boating and dance and street hockey and music and a activity with his whole unit. I think he’s plum worn out.<\/p>\n
While it’s disappointing to me when I lose a day of writing to a sick kid, it’s not a big deal–not like I have a deadline or anything–and it’s days like this that I feel downright giddy about not working anymore. A whole morning alone with my baby boy!<\/p>\n
“What should we do?” I ask him. <\/p>\n
“Um, I don’t feel well.” Doodles gives a little moan for emphasis.<\/p>\n
Me: Well, we can play a game. How about Go Fish? Sigh. So while I may not get to work on my writing today (and, yes, I am writing! Just ask my poor beleaguered readers who have been so fabulous in giving me feedback. I actually have even more to send them, but I fear for their free time… I owe those three women more martinis than I can count at this point. I’m feeling optimistic about having a really solid draft done by the end of the summer), this is a good catch-up day–blog, order photos, all the things I can do on a computer next to a mopey child watching SpongeBob<\/i>. (I told him, “This is a one time thing. I disapprove of SpongeBob. I will never record SpongeBob. I will deny allowing you to watch SpongeBob. Enjoy.”) I will do all I can, without getting off the couch. Can someone please bring me the bonbons?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" At 4 a.m. a little voice spoke into my ear. “Mommy, my head hurts and I feel heavy.” A few cuddles and a Motrin, later, the boy was fast asleep. Luckily, he doesn’t technically have a fever, a fever being 100.4 and when he woke, he had 100.3 (no, really!). The benefit of this being […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[3],"class_list":["post-111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-doodles"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Doodles: I can’t because I’m sick.
Me: Actually Go Fish is perfect when you’re sick. Nice and mellow.
Doodles: No, we better not. Because then I’ll get my germs on the card and when Pie plays with the cards, she’ll get sick.
Me: Um, no, actually it’s okay. We can play Go Fish.
Doodles: No, I don’t think so. I need to do something I can do from the couch.
Me: Okay, how about another game? We can play on the couch.
Doodles: Nah.
Me: Should we finish the Encyclopedia Brown<\/a> book?
Doodles: I don’t think so.
Me [with a hunch where this is going]: How about I pull out the colored pencils and our drawing pads. We can do some drawing.
Doodles: Um, too much energy.
Me: Do you have any ideas?
Doodles: No. Well…
Me: Yes?
Doodles: I suppose I could<\/i> watch some TV.<\/p>\n