Tuesday, December 14, 2010

It's a good thing I cancelled that play date.

We've had a few families move into our neighbourhood the past couple of weeks. In an effort to be socially outgoing I invited a little boy near Rachel's age over to play. Unfortunately when I picked her up from school she remarked that her head hurt. She grabbed my hand and we started walking home—her hands felt like ice—but after walking past a few houses she said she didn't feel good enough to walk anymore so I  hoisted her up—she's heavy—so that I could carry her. I kissed her forehead; it was burning up.

She wouldn't touch her lunch.

I called to cancel the play date.

Then Rachel asked if she could watch a movie. I told her she could but that I had to take care of lunch first. When I went to check on her I found that she had curled up on my bed and was fast asleep.

Considering the last time she took voluntarily took a nap was in the pre-mortal existence she must really not be feeling well.

And to think we just went through the rounds at our house.


Here we go again.

1 comment:

  1. Awww, poor dear. I hope she feels better soon. On occasion, Syd will do that same thing, but mostly it's because her school-going siblings are too loud in the morning and wake her up.