Although Laurel’s temperature remains about the same – between 100 and 100.6 – Charlie’s dropped from 103 yesterday to 99 today! Yay! He has a nose bleed that won’t go away, but he’s in good spirits as is Laurel. I have a temperature of 100.6 now, but I feel fine. My poor boy slept most of yesterday and didn’t want to eat – a sure sign of illness with that one. I’m so relieved that they’re both feeling better although I’m not sure why Laurel and I still have fevers.
Laurel sleeps on the living room sofa that folds out, and Charlie and I sleep in the bedroom. This morning Laurel knelt on the living room sofa and put her head through the hole/shelf between the two rooms. “Kaaaatie,” she said mysteriously. “You shall bear a son and call his name Jesus.”
“Well, that’s a new take on it,” I said. “Instead of a teenager, it’s a middle-aged woman with two other kids.”
“That sounds like a bad sit-com, ‘Messiah in the Middle,'” she said. “The other kids resent him because he gets all the attention.”