The highlight of my weekend...

On Thursday night, Ishee went outside and rode her bike down the long driveway, got off, pushed it onto the grass, and walked back to the house. I asked her why she left her bike all the way out by the road. She said: "Because I don't feel good." She laid on the couch the rest of the night.

Friday morning, the only thing that had changed was her location and body temperature. When some kids get sick, they sleep all day or perhaps become lethargic. She simply gets whiny. More whiny than usual. Anybody who knows her knows that if she's not whiny, it's probably because she's asleep. Friday, she was whiny... and yappy. My husband made the comment that he didn't realize diarrhea of the mouth could cause such a high fever.

Thus, we did a whole lot of nothing this weekend. Good thing we had General Conference to keep us entertained.

By Sunday morning, she'd recovered back to her old bossy and mildly whiny self. Except for those two loose front teeth that are suddenly bothering her. I'm not sure how real that pain is as she is obsessed with the dentist and has been begging for another checkup.

Do you need to take some medicine? Sure. AH... she IS recovered and it's highly doubtful that it really hurts. She never wants to take medicine when she's sick, only when she's not. She brought me the pepto. Um... Pepto isn't for tooth aches. You need some Ibuprofen. She was willing and I poured her a tiny bit in the little provided measuring cup.

Just then, there came a knock on the front door. It was my mother in law, just coming to see what was going on at our house and if Ishee was feeling better. This was followed by: "Did you get a new bedspread?" Lets see... as a matter of fact, I did get a new bedspread on Thursday. But how would she know unless she looked in my bedroom window as she walked past? I hadn't seen her since I bought it, and sharing information like that is not something my "could care less" husband normally shares.

Usually, I keep the blinds closed in my bedroom, but the squirrels have been playing outside the bedroom window and the cat will literally destroy the blinds if we don't pull them up so she can watch. Thus they were open. And sadly, my mother in law has been known to look in the window when she walks past. The most annoying thing we did was build a garage so now she had to walk over and look in the window to see if we were home rather than just looking out her back door.

OH, but it gets better!

I took her in the bedroom where she admired the bedspread. I showed her the spot where the obnoxious cat, who is just begging to be fed to the dog, has already left her claw marks in it.

And then here came Ishee... who still had yet to drink that liquid Ibuprofen in the cup.

Oops!

"I just spilled my bright orange medicine on your brand new three day old "dry clean only" bedspread, mom!"

*sigh*

But hey... my mother in law brought me some "Moon Pies". I can't lose em all, you know...