There are other Charlottes to be sure, but Lying-On-A-School-Bench-With-A-Coat-On-During-A-Warm-Day-Charlotte wasn't who Daphne expected to meet two weeks ago. One look at this girl was all Daphne needed. This was Sick Charlotte.
Charlotte fell asleep in the car on the way home, and she didn't really get up for the next 40 hours. I stayed home with her on Wednesday and Thursday. Daphne stayed home on Friday. Charlotte had to skip the neighborhood Easter Egg hunt on Saturday morning (we kept the shades pulled so she wouldn't see what she was missing), and we all missed the church service on Sunday.
Unlike past years, I do not have many pictures from Easter week to share. It was the Easter that wasn't.
As far as sick days go, Wednesday was an easy for me. Char slept all day on the couch. Our biggest challenge was monitoring her temperature and moving her every 3o minutes to a cooler spot on the couch. It is like flipping your pillow over and over on a hot summer night.
She was awake for all of Thursday, but the fever had created a drama queen. Every time I left the living room there would be a meltdown. I use the bathroom, and a cat would bite her hand. I walk to the kitchen, and the Internet signal would die. Take three steps down the basement stairs, and she would sneeze all over herself.
The only bright spot was when she asked to eat her chicken soup on the couch. I told her that would be a mess, but she insisted that she had a plan. She had her treat-cup. Instead of Cheerios, we could put soup in there.
I have to admit that she was right. She didn't spill a drop.
Her thumb might be up, but so is her temperature. That is a girl with a fever. I can see it in her eyes.
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