Fevers are not welcome here

Why do holidays and fevers always happen at the same time? My youngest is complaining of ear pain and is running a 100.9 degree fever. She’s miserable, poor kid. Dangit, fevers are NOT welcome here!

It never seems to fail – I have a 21 pound turkey defrosting in the basement fridge, all the goodies for a romping good Thanksgiving dinner in the pantry, and now, I need to take my little one to the doctor to make sure we’re not going to infect everyone with the flu.

I don’t think it’s the flu, but it could be. Rats.

So, here I am, still busting my hump making costumes for our church’s Winter Wonderland, mentally planning Thanksgiving dinner, needing to call my daughter’s pediatrician, all while figuring out whether or not I’ll be able to make it to work.

I was planning on volunteering at church in the morning, but my guy won’t be home. I’ll have to be here with my sick little girl. I’m also supposed to work tomorrow afternoon, but depending on what the doc’s office says, I may be trekking there instead.

Ouch. Just three weeks into working again, and I may already have to call off for a sick kid. Thank goodness my employer is amazingly flexible.

As for these horrible costumes, someone needs to tell me not to volunteer so much. Oh, that’s right, my hubby tells me that all the time.

In my defense, I didn’t know I was going to be employed when I took home 4 sets of cut material to assemble. It doesn’t help that two of the costumes are made from a material that has the same qualities as straw.

To say that this stuff frays is like saying the surface of the sun is a little warm. Honestly, this is the worst stuff I’ve ever dealt with. I haven’t even gotten to the second material, which, in all honesty, doesn’t look any better. What was I thinking?

While cutting, pinning and trimming this awesome material, I managed to work my back into wonderfully, agonizing spasms from bending over my sewing table (the dining room table I plan to use for Thanksgiving). So, I’m taking a break and writing my first blog in days.

Sorry about that – the not blogging thing. I hit a bit of a dry spell, and just didn’t know what to say. I wish my little girl’s fever wasn’t the reason for breaking through the writer’s block.

The poor thing was so miserable, that she could hardly stand up. I generally like to let fevers do their good work, but she was hurting so badly, I treated that nasty thing.

When I tucked her in tonight, she was still warm, but not in nearly as much pain. I really hate when my kids are sick. It doesn’t happen often, thank goodness.

Alright, now that the spasms have subsided, I need to go back and do one final hem – at least on this costume. Maybe I’ll edge the next set tonight, too. Ah…we’ll see.

I should probably go to bed instead. There’s a good chance my little one will visit me during the night when she’s not feeling well, again. Blast it all, fevers are NOT welcome here!

Mark 5:41-43 (NIV)

41 He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum!” (which means “Little girl, I say to you, get up!”). 42 Immediately the girl stood up and began to walk around (she was twelve years old). At this they were completely astonished. 43 He gave strict orders not to let anyone know about this, and told them to give her something to eat.

Source: BibleGateway.com

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