Gut instincts are interesting things.
This morning Charming woke "warm." I was sure he was "warm."
Wednesday isn't a good day for him to be "warm."
He popped out of bed and started to play. I assumed him well because of this, but grabbed a thermometer anyway.
Readied children and self for school. Dropped kids at school, dropped Charming in the nursery, dropped self at CBS.
Fast forward two hours. Pick hysterical Charming up from nursery. Charming is "warm." As Charming is having fit, wonder if heat is fit related. Charming falls asleep instantly in van. Arrive home. Deep sleeping Charming is awake. And 100.3 degrees.
Yes, after he shared a nursery with 15 kids.
I KNEW he was "warm." Even though the thermometer didn't agree.
That's what we call "mother's intuition."