When Davis was napping, I did the unthinkable: yard work. We are
While I was out on a Total Wine/lululemon errand (so convenient that the stores are right next to each other!), Morgan texted me that Ava had gone to her room at fallen asleep. It was 6pm. I figured she was just wiped out and decided not to bother her. Well, as luck would have it, she woke up at 8 and was very confused when we told her it wasn't morning. Long story short, she had a fever and a cough. She ended up not falling back asleep until sometime after 11pm. Yesterday was more of the same....fever, cough, blah. At bedtime, the temperature was 102, so I knew she'd be home from school.
This is pretty much how our day has gone, save for a quick trip to the doctor followed by a Target run:
Lots of TV, whatever she wants to eat/drink, and some extra love from Mommy. Davis has been up to his usual antics, and I sort of wished I could have sent him to Ava's school in her place to get him out of the house for the day. I think the low point of the day came when he told the doctor, "You're a poopy pants, doctor!" But I don't know if that was better or worse than when he pointed to my chest and told the doctor, "Mommy has boobies!" I was just thankful it was a female doctor. Potty talk is running rampant around here, and it doesn't help that Ava cracks up at everything dirty Davis has to say.
I have a sneaking suspicion Ava will be home with me again tomorrow. At least Davis has preschool. Perhaps we can talk about something other than poopie without him here.
Wish me luck.