We had a MOMS Club potluck last night and I didn’t really want to go because of the heat. I should have listened to myself, but it was going to be so thinly populated that if we didn’t show there wouldn’t be a main dish.<\/p>\n
Erik was aggravating me because I thought he was hungry and wouldn’t eat. He was just laying around whining.<\/p>\n
Ummm.<\/p>\n
The kid never lays around and whines. Why oh why would I not think<\/i> that maybe something was wrong? <\/p>\n
Eventually (maybe 30 minutes after we arrived) I grabbed him and put him on my lap to try to tease him out of his mood. The second I touched him I knew something was seriously wrong. We practically ran out of there and got the boy into a cool bath at home. His temp was 104! No wonder he was just laying around whining.<\/p>\n
I was hoping it as just heat exhaustion since his temp went down pretty quickly once we got home, but I just checked it about an hour ago and it was back up to 100 so I guess he’s sick. He’s certainly not acting sick. He’s bouncing off the walls and we aren’t letting him outside since it’s supposed to be even hotter today. When it’s too hot to go to even consider going to the pool you know it’s a bad day. On days like this all I can think about are the slaves out in the fields back in the day–even if they weren’t slaves there was no such thing as A\/C so there would but no escape from the heat (except a creek I guess). Just the thought makes me ill.<\/p>\n
I was in such a hurry to get home last night that I didn’t shove my diaper bag all the way into the van. The door closed automatically, but then started squawking at me because it couldn’t close all the way. I do not recommend having an applesauce container and a half-rotten banana in a diaper bag pocket and then smashing it all with a van door. I love my diaper bag, but after that little experience I’m in the market for a new one.<\/p>\n