La Luz and I had a long night together on her floor. She moved around the entire night, kicked me periodically, babbled incoherently, insisted on having her diaper changed at random times, and generally prohibited me from capturing more than an hour of sleep at a time. I blame it on the ridiculously high fever. By morning her fever was down and a trip to the doctor confirmed that her tonsils are red and swollen and her throat is covered in white dots - probably a virus, maybe strep - the results are not 100% in yet. I 'worked' from home this morning and was completely unproductive. The only thing I accomplished was folding four t-shirts and two towels. I couldn't even manage to get La Luz to eat or drink. This is what she was like with me:
In stark contrast, here's what happened when Christian got home from volleyball and I headed off to work this afternoon:
Apparently, while I was gone she ate a plate of macaroni, drank Pedialyte and, I guess, wore some sunglasses. Somehow it just doesn't seem fair.