This is my daughter in a beer garden in January. See how she smiles.
This was not the case last night. My daughter has tonsilitis. She announced this to us by having a huge spiking fever at about three o’clock this morning and then, when we went to investigate the circumstances surrounding her crying, by copiously and accurately vomiting all over her mother.
Still, it could have been worse. It could have been all over me.
In these situations, the most important thing is to get the child’s temperature down as quickly as possible. Thus, I got to sit in the shower with her on my lap (my daughter, not my wife, sadly) and spray us both with cold water. This is not what anyone wants to have done to them at three o’clock in the morning and little K-pu protested loudly, but that sums up what parenting is about. Vomit, cold water and misery.
Of course, there are high points as well, which – as you can see – apparently occur in beer gardens in January. That might have something to do with the beer though.
Sorry – I’m just feeling tired and cynical. Being a parent is great. Being in a cold shower for 30 minutes in the wee small hours of the morning and the mess it makes of the rest of your day- isn’t.