Late Night Comedy

Germs are raging in our house right now. Tuesday night I came down with what I thought was the flu (chills, aching, fever). But by morning it was gone. Then it came back, off and on all day. Lauryn woke from her nap yesterday with a slight fever as well. We're laying low today, hoping to be well by the weekend.


Last night I was on the couch for 3 hours, thoroughly entertained. As the night went on, I could feel my temperature rising. I haven't had a fever in years. I actually can't even remember the last time I had one. I now have much more sympathy for my girls.


It's miserable. My ears were hot. My mouth was hot. My eyeballs were hot. EYEBALLS! I could feel heat coming from them, honestly. Not fun.

So last night sometime after midnight, we awoke to the all-too-familiar sound of crying. We went into L's room to check on her. As soon as she opened her mouth we realized she was not making any sense at all. Of course the first thought in my mind was that her fever was so high she was hallucinating. After taking her temperature and seeing that it was nothing significant, we realized she was actually talking in her sleep. Her eyes were open and she was looking at us, but she made absolutely no sense.

She was crying because she "didn't want to sit in the chair." We explained that she didn't have to sit in the chair (??) and to go back to sleep. She cried again, saying "I can't go back to sleep because my flower hurts too much." Oooookaaay.

This was a definite first. I sure hope she doesn't turn into a sleepwalker or something! I guess if I have to wake up in the middle of the night to a raging fever and a crying child, at least there is a little comedy to keep things interesting.