We didn't get a call about strep today, so I guess the test was negative, unless of course they call tomorrow. Caitlin shows no signs of this virus/strep yet, but she is still really fussy from her cold and from jealousy over Conall getting a lot of the attention. Short story is that his fever did go down some today, but only to go right back up later. Not much else has improved.
Conall was an absolute MONSTER most of the day. He's mad that he's sick, he's mad that I'm making him rest, he wants to go to school, he was mad at the cold bath I gave him when the fever went back up to 103.5. He hasn't slept all day and was up last night from 3 a.m. to 5 a.m. He's grouchy, frustrated, bored, feverish, achy, somewhat dehydrated, and doesn't feel well. And, he obviously thinks I'm an idiot since he won't listen to anything I tell him about drinking fluids, resting, etc., but will do some of it for daddy without a fight. Daddy must be much smarter than mommy. I'm tired, tired, tired, frustrated and grouchy.
I think that pretty much sums up the day. Just praying none of the rest of us get it. Conall's school is out Friday and Monday for teacher records and parent/teacher conferences. I haven't dared to inform him of this.
The only humor I've found is that when he gets really feverish and talks nonsense, he becomes concerned about missing his school field trip to the pumpkin patch (not until the 28th) and about whether or not a weed he put in a glass of water and is calling his apple tree, will grow and produce apples.
This reminds me of Pop Pop when he got high fevers and going on and on about his green truck and if it was safe and being cared for. It used to make my mom really mad that the only thing he seemed concerned about when he was feverish was that "d*** truck" and not her.
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