you wily microbes
our road runner is pink goo
she is after you
So. Here’s last week by the numbers:
3 out of 4 ears infected.
All sinuses infected.
2 out of 4 EYES infected.
3 jugs of pink gooey medicine.
1 jug of pink gooey medicine spilled on the floor.
Pretty much 1/2 of another jug of pink gooey medicine spilled on various shirts, shorts, underpants, onesies, pillows, sheets and carpets.
Maybe 3 nights with actual sleep.
5 blowout diapers on day 2 of the meds
1 $12 box of acidophiles packets
0 acidophiles packets used once as it was deemed yogurt and cheese were most likely the culprits of the blowout diapers
1 supremely snotty and cranky mama (who thankfully? got infected after everyone else).
Happily, most of this was over by last Thursday. I still feel like I’m recovering from it, though. Not from the snot and more snot – I’m recovering from the stress of taking two sick kids to the doctor at once. Uh, that sucks. Especially when one of the sick kids feels OK enough to crawl all over the floor of the sick kid waiting room, basically bathing himself in exotic and disgusting germs. *shiver* However, we did get the Star Wars exam room, and that was thrilling for everyone (including me) because it is just chockful with fun things to look at, so we spent out time waiting for the doc discussing Jango Fett’s spaceship and not giant q-tips being stabbed down your throat. Hooray for that.
In other news, the wee one’s birthday is right around the corner. We have it narrowed down to three birthday party themes:
1) Star Wars (shocking, I know)
2) Pirates (but not Johnny Depp pirates. I won’t let him watch those movies, so we’re more into the Playmobil pirates who smile and look kind of high)
3) Mythbusters (where all the kids can wear berets and mustaches and I can be a graying and not quite so buxom Kari and we can conduct experiments with mentos and Coke)
3 seems like the most fun to me, but it’s not my party, so I guess I’m going to end up crying into my Star Wars cup as I concoct a Slave II birthday cake. But, dude, how fun would a Mythbusters birthday be? Ah, well, my birthday is in September. Get your mustaches ready.