On Monday my daughter was becoming more and more lethargic. She was curled up with me on the sofa most of the day and although she did manage to snatch some sleep every now and then, mostly she was restless and bad tempered.
My wife came back from work at about 5.30, I made dinner and tried to coax our daughter into eating something, which she had not done all day.
As the night wore on she looked like she was getting worse. We employed the regenerative skills of Calpol and my wife took her up to bed.
I stayed downstairs, worried by the real possibility of a late night trip to casualty or the calling the Doctor out. At about 10 o/c I ventured upstairs, there had been no sound from my wife or my daughter for about an hour and a half, I opened the door to our bedroom, it was too dark to see the bed where my wife and daughter were lying, so I turned on the light.
Up jumped my daughter, full of life, smiling, chatting, bouncing, totally back to normal. It took us a further two hours to get her to sleep as she was so excitable and full of energy.
Kids eh?
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