Do you have some item in your house that always seems to disappear when you need it? I don’t know what it is but I can NEVER find a working thermometer. I still take temperatures under the arm and to come upon a thermometer that “tests” long enough under the arm is a precious find in my house. Not to mention the number of thermometers that have been broken or were too cheap to actually work more than a couple times.
Last Sunday night, Sweet Boy was sick, obviously with fever and I could not find our red thermometer. The red thermometer is the only one that currently works. I remembered seeing it when I cleaned out my bathroom cupboard just a few weeks ago. But, I also remember saying yes to Sweet Girl when she asked to take her teddy’s temperature. My mistake! I searched her purses, her drawers, her boxes . . . nothing. She told me she’d tell me where it was when she finished eating her dinner. But after dinner, I learned that she had no clue. Well, she’s three.
So, I ventured out on Sunday evening to Walmart to buy a new thermometer. And on the way, I started writing this poem about my grief surrounding thermometers. But I couldn’t leave it there, so the other day I sat down and finished it. Because after all, who doesn’t have time on their hands to write an ode to the thermometer?
Without further ado . . .
ODE TO THE THERMOTER
Oh Thermometer
How much I dislike thee
I would use stronger language*
If my child weren’t with me.
You’re impossible to find
At the moment I need you
Sick child in bed
Does this feel like a re-do?
I know it was her
Who saw you the last
When poor teddy was ill
As the doctor she passed.
So off to the store
I will now have to run
To buy number six
To be lost? …Ten to one!
Mercury is gone
I say with relief
But the options abound
Oh my and good grief!
Try the forehead
No, please try the ear
Or under the tongue
Just not you know where
Success! I bought two
And home now I’ll head
To tend to my baby
And lay down in bed.
* I am referring to the word “hate.” 🙂
My hope for you is that you never lose your thermometer and feel the need to write about it. But if you do, please share.
~Kristen
Kristen,
This is so funny! My husband would so appreciate this post. He once brought home 5 thermometers from the store in the middle of the night, because he didn’t want to be stuck without one EVER again! Guess what? I think we still have one of them…somewhere….