You know your kid is sick when she refuses a small slice of angel food cake. Oh dear.
I woke up last night to pee (I'm really getting tired of that). I got back into bed and was just starting to fall into this weird dream where I was giving birth on the floor of my Honda as TCBIM sped down the highway, when I heard this little voice, "Mama. Oh, mama. Oh, mama. Hot. Oh, mama. Hot." Once I woke up enough to figure out it wasn't the dream child I was birthing, talking to me, and that I wasn't actually giving birth anywhere, never mind on the floor of a Honda Accord, I realized it was The Boo.
And yes, she was hot. Very hot. I doped her up with some Tylenol, gave her a sippy cup full of cold water and she went right back to sleep.
This morning? Stink city, man. She'd pooped out the back of two diapers by noon. Disgusting, orange, runny, smelly poops, the kind that make you reel back, fanning the air in front of your face, when you open the bedroom door. She's drinking a lot, but not eating. I'm not panicking yet, but if she's still like this tomorrow morning, I'm calling the pediatrician. She hasn't been sick in ages, so I'm probably overdue for a bout.
Oh, and to add insult to injury, the damned cat puked all over my bed at 6 a.m.. Lovely. Just how I want to be woken up. He's already been to the vet once, last week, for this. Apparently, the antibiotics he's on aren't doing the trick.
In other news, O is at camp until next Thursday. I miss her a lot, but there's this cool e-camp thing where you can send emails to your kid and see pictures of them online. I spent a while this morning, scrolling thru the pictures, looking for her. There were a few and she looks like she's having fun. I've already sent her two emails and she's only been gone since Sunday.
Her dad never called her back after totally blowing her off last weekend. She refused to call him, said she didn't want to talk to him. He called here Sunday night and all he wanted to know was if she'd made it to camp. I said yes and he pretty much hung up on me - I'm sure he didn't want to get an earful from me.
O has said that she'd write to him from camp. We had this long conversation on Saturday about it and she said she just didn't want to deal with it, just wished it would all go away. I told her that she was going to have to deal with it or her dad was just going to keep doing this. He's being immature, but if they both keep putting their heads in the sand over this, then nothing will ever change. I suggested that she write down how she's feeling, in a letter to her dad, and if she feels like it, to send it to him. I told her that I know it's hard for her to confront him in person or on the phone, so a letter is probably the best way. And then, she'll know. If he responds and actually talks to her about this (highly unlikely, given his track record), then maybe they can salvage something. If he doesn't respond and continues to act the same way, then she'll have to decide what she wants to do. I can't make that decision for her. I will support her 100%, no matter what she decides, though. As much as I loathe her father, I will not keep her from seeing him.