Whimperfest

Today, both girls felt under the weather, particularly Fiona. She had a sore throat, a fever, and both girls were itching from mosquito bites. We skipped church. It was lovely out, but they were too miserable to care. I heard more whimpers today than in the last six months. Cabin fever hit about 3:00 and I took them to a bookstore, hoping a quiet time reading there would suit, maybe followed by a visit to an ice cream shop, but they just didn't enjoy it. I took them home. Delia (feverish) whimpered because she wanted to go to the park. Fiona (more feverish) whimpered because she didn't. Whimper, whimper, whimper. As bad as they felt, I had a dickens of a time getting them to sleep tonight. They were still whimpering at 9:45 pm, two hours after I'd put them down. Rob didn't get home from work until then, the dog (all store meeting kept him late).