Wednesday, October 07, 2009
The mystery is solved....
Do you remember a few blogs ago I mentioned that Emma had cleaned her room by putting her dolls over her mounds of dirty clothes and things that needed to be cleaned? When I asked her about it yesterday she had a great reason for doing this!
One of her dolls- Samantha is from a very poor orphanage where the children have to sit and also sleep on dirty clothes. Emma was just trying to make her feel comfortable in our house. While I admire her sensitivity in the situation- it is just not going to work. It does however solve the mystery.
I told her that we were not an orphanage that allowed children to sit on dirty clothes. I reminded her that she HAD to clean it up!
Seanna is on day four of her fever. I have an appointment for her to go to the Dr tomorrow in the AM. I don't know about you but I don't do well with my kids being sick. I set up little beds for them in the living room, have vicks smeared on their upper lip, their nose, their feet, and they stop me when I want to rub it on their chest. I surround them with Kleenex, trash bags, and cough drops. I make them check their temperature about every 1/2 hour. Seanna today when seeing me write down her temperature told me I needed help. Yep, I am pretty freaked out when they get sick.
Today she took a shower and when she came out of it she felt faint and was really pale. I went into her room and started praying for her. Emma ran in and began to pray loudly and cry. She kept saying Jesus she is too young to go. I later told her that probably was not the faith building prayer that Seanna needed to hear.
Tonight her fever was down to 99.7- the lowest it has been since Sunday. She was more energetic and was being her sweet silly self.
I dread going to the Dr. tomorrow. I don't know if I have enough Purell to fit into our lawn sprayer. I can't find the hazmat suits, and the latex onesies must still be at the cleaners. I will pray that she doesn't catch anything else as we walk into germ-ville.
My husband always ask how I can be a missionary kid when I am such a germ freak. He does not believe stories of me playing in the dirt all day, coming in with clumps of soil from head to toe. I guess living in the states will change you- and having kids- well that is a whole other blog.
As for me it's 11:33 PM and I need to go to bed. I have three others that are quietly sleeping in my house. That does not include the two gerbils who are currently chewing on the cage and taking turns on the exercise wheel.
Good night dear friends!
PS This picture has absolutely nothing to do with my blog- but it IS colorful and strange and I AM tired :)