I'd take a sleeping child over a whiny "woe is me" one any day. And when she is not well, she sleeps. And she gets on with it. She conserves and renews and fights. And I fret like a fluffy 1950's housewife with her and not because I LIKE to fuss but because when your child is not well, you never know the extent of what it could become. So I like to keep an eye on her.
Today she was not well enough to go to College. GREAT. She has been back two weeks and she is already off. But there was no way she could have gone in because she could barely talk or breathe. So I kept her off and she just slept. And the dog stayed by her side almost all day, as if willing the badness out of her.
She couldn't manage breakfast except to sip a cold drink but by midday she was baying for food. She wanted something hot but nothing crunchy or hard. I spied a pack of 12 Richmond sausages in the fridge. So I cooked them all thinking I'd have a sandwich later, too. But when I delivered her a batch of sausages they had been demolished in seconds so I forfeit my lunch and let her have the last 6. That's a dozen sausages - GONE
The dog sat up and begged for a morsel to which she obliged (huh! but not me!!!)
She is feeling much chipper now plus after a chicken casserole tea and more fluids, this kid is fighting fit for college tomorrow.
But 12 sausages? Bloody hell - thats some going, right?