Kids Are Nicer When They Are Sick
**DISCLAIMER** I love my kids all the time. I just may not like them all the time. 60% of the time, they are good all the time**
So Evie got some kind of crazy virus last Friday. She told me she was cold and I blew her off because, hello, we live in Florida. You are not cold in Florida unless you are 85 years old with liver spots. Or, the AC is turned down to an unreasonable temp. I told Eves to go outside and play. I watched her out there just sitting on her chair, not even wanting to eat the ice pops I made. When she came inside she was a little whiny and definitely felt warm. After taking her temp ( FYI...39 degrees Celsius = 102.5 Fahrenheit ) I told her it was time to take a nap. She fought me (very weakly) for about a minute. Normally the fight would have gone on for about 10-15 minutes before she finally gave up. She was still in her bathing suit, legs filthy, when I put her in my bed. Seconds later she was passed out. Anyone that knows Evie knows that this kind of thing NEVER happens. Poor girl was sick.
The rest of the day she stayed in my bed watching Netflix. She stayed perfectly still, was absolutely quiet, and wasn't demanding snacks every 5 minutes. I checked her temp every hour or so and it was still high. I pumped her full of water and even went and bought her some strawberry ice cream. She didn't eat it. That's the most telltale sign a kid is sick. Fuck the pediatrician. If your kid isn't eating ice cream, she's sick. That'll be a $25 co-pay. Thanks.
The next two days were pretty much the same, except Evie started to come around a little bit. It wasn't the temperature that told me she was feeling better; it was her sassiness. The sass was coming back. She was fighting me on the insignificant stuff. She was demanding snacks. She was bargaining for treats. And she was flinging her body all over my bed like a total spaz. Despite the 101 degree temp, Evie was pretty much back to normal.
Ok, don't get me wrong, obviously I am happy that my baby girl is feeling better. I was worried after day 2 that she could really have something wrong with her. Eves has never had a fever last more than a day, so that was scary. But guys, she was soooooo sweet. She was sooooo quiet. It was so peaceful in the house.
This morning Evie came into my room, first thing, and asked where the iPad was. Well, I don't know where it is and that's what I told her.
Fine, I'm just gonna leave this room then. Ughhhhhh.
Sorry hun, I really don't know where daddy put it.
You're lying! You hate me! I'm going to my room. BY MYSELF!
I'm not lying and I don't hat...
Yes you do! You never let me have anything! (stomps away)
And she's back. Anyone have a sick child I can borrow for the afternoon? Evie could use a little play buddy. And if your child happens to get my child sick...well, it will just be a sad coincidence, wouldn't it? ;)