It’s Fever Boy….

By day, he’s a normal little boy. He plays, he laughs, he screams, he flails, he clings, he loves his sister. By night, he MORPHS into….FEVER BOY!

Fever Boy has all sorts of magical powers. He can turn on a cough at the flip of a light switch. He can turn on the cheeks — magic RUBY cheeks — at the peck of a goodnight kiss. He can, literally, turn on the HEAT at the sound of Mama’s tired body hitting the sheets, finally, at the end of a long day of mothering and working….

COUUUUGH! COUUUUGH! COUUUUGH! WAHHHHHH! MOANNN. Oh, the moan…. That MOAN!

After three nights of our let-him-cry experiment last week, he finally figured out a way to beat the system and get into my bed. CREATE A FEVER. Brillers.

Because, you know, it was WORKING, Gorgeouses. Last week, we decided, as painful and frustrating as it was for ALL OF US (including his sister), to let Rascal cry through the night. As everyone promised, by the third night of it, he was sleeping through the night. YES! I was ecstatic. I was going to sleep again. I was going to sleep again! But, then, the very next night, he had a fever. He was up ALL NIGHT. Monday? He was fine. Monday night? FEVER. Tuesday? FINE. Tuesday night at 4am? FEVER. This morning? FINE.

I’m exhausted.

I’m giving Fever Boy ONE MORE NIGHT with these new powers of his, and then I’m taking him to the doctor. I need an antidote to combat Fever Boy’s powers, or he will, indeed, destroy me…..