Sweetheart G's mystery fever continued through the weekend. It still seems to be her one and only symptom. Grandpa Dave's crew bravely came to do battle with the microbes, and in the way of germ warfare we won't know if they've won the battle until next week. Oh, I hope they've escaped back to California without "cultural" souvenirs.
I have fun things to share (totally cool new yarn, snowball battle photos, exciting plans for the week) and... um.. other things to share (like stories about sleep walking children that are only interesting to Moms)*. But right now, I'm off to bed.
Happy Mother's Day all you Mommas out there!
*Okay, the story about sleepwalking children? It is after the cut, but I warn you that this story is only interesting in the way children's illness are interesting to their mothers, not in a truly interesting fashion that would score you friends at a hip bar or a funky coffee shop.
* I couldn't let this story go, but I did leave out the spitting.
Saturday night I found my big girl agitatedly pacing and muttering in the upstairs bathroom. She was making no sense, upset, and obviously not really awake. She does this when she runs a high fever. Friday night's 103 degree fever had triggered the same routine. The interesting part? She wasn't running a fever. She was dreaming she was feverish, specifically she was reliving the previous night's fever.. a fever she couldn't remember clearing when truly awake. Interesting, huh? Ya. I know, not so much.