Hot as an oven – inside and out

Sleeping on the couch in the pre-dawn hours with a feverish toddler on your chest is like snuggling up to a furnace. That’s OK in January, but pretty uncomfortable in July when the forecast is calling for triple digit temps and a heat index of up to 109 degrees.

I’m not complaining, though. I’m just remembering romantic scenes that played out in my head before I actually had children: the tender mother pulling an all-nighter, rocking her sick child, wiping a sweaty brow, kissing a damp hairline. Fortunately, Mary wasn’t as crabby as my sick kids tend to be, and I do not also have a needy infant draining my reserves day and night. Last night was the closest I’ve ever gotten to that “perfect” infirmary scene.

Still, I couldn’t help but wish that the ibuprofen would work a little faster to help her settle down a little sooner so we could both get some sleep.

3 thoughts on “Hot as an oven – inside and out

  1. Awww….I hope she's feeling better (and cooler!) soon!

  2. Poor sweetie. I hope she's feeling better and that your weather cools off!

  3. Poor thing, I think that summer colds/flus/whatevers are the worst.

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