Today's story is not my story because I stayed at home, somewhat sick, with Zoë, who had been up all night with a raging fever and round after round of vomit, and Phoebe, who likes to hang around me for some reason. Andrew had his faculty retreat today (they retreated...to the conference room for eight solid hours). Grandpa took the rest of the kids hiking at High State Park.
This is their story.
Zoë wishes it were her story.
When I first took her temperature in the morning (after, you know, she finally went to bed at 5:30 after throwing up while refilling her water bottle at the fridge...and getting vomit all over the fridge and the floor...which Andrew cleaned up because I was in bed with my own fever), it was hovering around 104°F. So I gave her some ibuprofen (which is the only medicine she can take without gagging; literally I'll be like, "Time for your medicine," and she'll say, "Cherry or berry?" If the answer is "berry" (ibuprofen) she'll slurp it right up, but if the answer is "cherry" (Tylenol) then she reluctantly gags it down).
Fortunately, it was berry's turn and she happily gulped it down and then over the course of the next hour or so her fever receded.
She asked me, just as the kids were leaving, to take her temperature again. So, thinking nothing of it, I did.
"98.7°F," I announced.
"So...no fever?" she asked.
"No fever," I said. "But..."
She jumped up off the couch (where she was sleeping because getting out of the top bunk every time she wanted to vomit was...difficult) and started stripping off her pyjamas.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I said. "What are you doing?"
"I want to go!" she said.
"Want to go where?"
"Hiking! With everyone else!"
"Oh, you are not well enough to go hiking!" I said.
She collapsed on the couch sobbing and Rachel, who was just leaving, asked Grandpa to come back inside to say goodbye to Zoë, who he had missed seeing when he was in the house. He told her they'd hike to the falls another time when she wasn't sick and was able to come with everyone.
And then they left.
And Phoebe waved "bye bye," which I didn't know she knew how to do.
And Zoë stewed on the couch until she recognized that she didn't actually feel better, and then she settled in for a full day of watching Bluey and Minnie Mouse...Bow Toons? Or something?
And I had a couple of meetings and our new oven got delivered and Andrew ran over something on the highway coming home and got a flat tire...again. This is his third one in three years. Ugh.
Anyway, that's not what this post is about.
This post is about the kids and their adventure at High State Park, an adventure I was not party to and thus can't tell you very much about, except to tell you...
It was exceedingly muggy outside.