One more day...

A sick child. Who could think of anything more sad? Okay, I know, this is just one of those unproductive influenza bugs that goes around every year and she'll be fine, but it's never like that. You just worry about them so. The paleness of the face, the constant battle to keep the fever from making them lose their stomach, the look on their face of trust that you will make them all better. She's of an age now where it's almost possible to reason with her about it. Though I have to admit that when I'm sick, the last thing that I am is reasonable. She gets sick one evening, and the tough part seems to have lasted about 2-1/2 days, and now it's just the icky runny nose, coughing, etc. that will hang on for a while. Hopefully we seem to be past the bad fever. Though since I'm not sure, I will be sleeping with her again. What could be the harm in that? :-) I know she wants to have me near, someone to rely on, but really, who needs to be near more? Yes, it's probably me. I would get no good sleep in a different room, I want to be able to touch her brow and feel the coolness, it's reassuring. School tomorrow? Maybe. She's been without a fever, if this holds, for 24 hours already. It will be many more by tomorrow. We'll see. The recovery portion of sickness may require me to stay home and play animalopoly one more time. What's the harm in that?