I don’t know why I never trust my instincts when it comes to Carrie being sick. All morning she was cranky – to the point of being late to school because she dug in her heels (literally) and stomped her feet (also literally) and had multiple tantrums about not wanting to go anywhere. It crossed my mind that maybe she was sick, but she passed the time-tested hand-on-forehead test.
Then at lunch she wouldn’t eat. Anything. And felt kind of warm. But nobody else thought she was warm.
But when she woke up from her nap (she napped!) still incredibly cranky, I finally took her temperature. Uh, 102.1? No wonder she was in a royally bad mood!
I’ll tell you, though, this kid really knows how to work “sick”. I carried her downstairs because she wanted some water, and she was literally moaning in my arms. And then she said in this thin, wavering voice, “Mommy, my TV will make me feel better.” She sat in my lap to watch JoJo’s Circus…and clapped and sang along to everything. But of course, when the show ended, she started moaning again and telling me that she needed more TV to make her feel better.
My kid, the drama queen.
She sounds like a pro!