1. Muffie has, of course, peed in the kitchen floor again this morning, and I have to clean it up.
2. TP wears the same pants to work that he wore yesterday (See post below)
3. I have no work to do, and I've already packed up my office for the move next week. I'm bored.
4. Muffie and Pete get in a fight over a treat and Muffie bit me on the hand. I think it may be getting infected. Yea!!
5. More Muffie pee.
But wait, it gets better...
6. Daycare calls. Mr. Cheeks has a fever and I need to go get him.
7. At the doctor, he has two more ear infections, which means a recommendation for tubes. So surgery. On my tiny preshus babieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He could also possibly have strep, but she doesn't test him because it might make him throw up, and he's getting antibiotics anyway. So screw all you other parents who might need to know if your kid has been exposed to an infectious disease.
8. It's so freaking hot in the doctor's office that I think people can probably see my ass sweat as I leave the office. I know they're all talking about me and not paying attention to their sick children who are engrossed by Elmo on TV.
9. I have enough sense to call my CVS and see if they have the medicine we need.
10. Guess what? THEY DON'T. Die CVS, Die.
11. We go home and Mr. Cheeks promptly poops. Hot grouchy baby + poopy diaper = more ass sweat.
12. I have to go to another CVS after TP gets home and wait 45 minutes behind some old man who hasn't purchased children's medicine in 59 years, but his son sent home to get the prescriptions for his grandchild's cold.
13. I can't breathe. The voice-loosing sinus funk has resumed in my head, and I can barely function.
14. I have to sign the meth dealer's log to buy some sudafed.
15. I get the day off tomorrow.
I've never tasted a cherry like the ones they use to flavor the Nighttime cough medicine, and I'm pretty sure that flavor doesn't occur in nature. But kids vapor bath totally works on adults too. As does Little Noses, which I am huffing as I type.
