My Savvy Little Nursemaid

I have been sick for the past couple of days...fever, chills, the works. I do not get sick very often (I don't count my bi-monthly migraines)--so when I finally do it's a doozy.

Yesterday, El Jefe and Jay took off around noon for a 6 hour long swim meet.

They headed out around noon and left Aussie and Savvy in charge of getting along, taking care of me, and cleaning the house--not necessarily in that order--because the getting along didn't come until the end after I threatened them with bodily harm.

By two o'clock, I had a raging fever. Savvy came upstairs to check on me (they were supposedly cleaning the basement..even though I could've sworn I heard them playing Mario Cart on the Wii).

I was half asleep, but as she put her cold little hand on my forehead I croaked, "Ooh, that feels good. Put your other hand on my head too."

"Mom! You head is really hot. I know something that will do the trick," she said.

She disappeared.

And I fell back to sleep.

Sometime later, I felt something ice cold and wet on my forehead. It felt like a foot. I figured I was delirious.

Until the foot spoke.

"Does that feel good, mom?" Savvy, the nursemaid asked.

"Is that your foot?" I asked.

"Yes. I went outside and walked around in the snow barefoot for awhile so my feet would be extra cold," she answered.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed bits of leaves and grass were also on the bottom of her wet little foot.

"Get your foot off my forehead," I said, as kindly as I could.

"But, Mom. I'm trying to help you!"

"Get. It. Off," I said. "And go dry off your feet before you get what I have."

I fell back to sleep.

A little while later something icy and hard touched my forehead.

Nursemaid Savvy was back. With a lunchbox icepack in the shape of Patrick from Spongebob Squarepants.

"Hey, that feels kinda good," I said.


Of course, ten minutes later the chills began.