Ah well, the best laid plans of mice and men, as they (that is, Robert Burns) say…
I was hoping sometime this Spring Break — that is, this week — to visit some folks that I hadn’t seen in a while, what with the Illness Monster having resided in the house since, well, Christmas. I’m finally well, the Hubby’s finally well, and even Daniel seemed to be over his cold.
But then, as I was furiously grading this afternoon, the phone rang: “Hi, this is Ms. Linda at Daniel’s daycare. Daniel’s running a fever. You’ll need to pick him up.”
Fortunately, it’s not a high fever, but it’s above the allowed limit at the daycare, which is 100.4 degrees Fahrenheit. What with the weather turning warmer, I changed him out of his footed, long-sleeve sleep-n-play into a short-sleeved onesie; gave him seven ounces of formula; and .1ml of baby Tylenol (which is the dose recommended by his pediatrician, based on his age and weight).
He took a short nap thereafter, and right now he seems to be livelier than when I picked him up a couple of hours ago. I’m hoping it’s only a 24-hour fever. ::fingers and toes crossed::