Cold washcloth, ice chips.
This house is under quarantine. My little sick guy only wants to snuggle with his mommie, and I feel helpless because I can't make it all better.
Juggling working from home and mommie duty, dealing with the crazy dog that peed on my new rug (!!!!!!!), trying to stay away from the carbs (so hard to do when you're stuck in the house for two days) and keeping up with the laundry that piles up from upset tummies and showers - this day is finally done!
The crud is currently making its rounds at school, so I had a feeling this was coming. Walker is typically pretty resilient, but he's been pretty puny today. He actually fell asleep this afternoon leaning on my shoulder in the chair downstairs while I was on the computer. I shut down shop and took him upstairs for a nap. He woke up and wanted to know what day it was. He thought he'd slept through the night. Poor little guy.
He's snoozing away now, snuggled beside me, and still feels warm. I'm praying that the fever will break tomorrow and we'll be back to normal soon.
Mike's turn to stay home tomorrow. I've already left him a list of what to do when the fever spikes.
He's no mommie, but he's the next best thing.