Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Three kids throwing up over the weekend and temperatures spiking to 103. First thing Monday morning, I was on the phone with our pediatrician.
Tristan who was too sick for oatmeal waited until after Id cleaned the breakfast dishes and started on Phonics with Abi to decide he did want some breakfast. One piece of toast and a juice coming right up.
The sick babies laid on the couch and I let the TV babysit while I tried to get through our quarterly conference online with our Charter School Counselor.
When I moved the laundry from the washer to the drier, I realized my colossal mistake of washing colors in hot water. Cute new shirt….ruined!
Evie spilled her “spillproof” cup on the floor.
Izzy puked…remarkably in the toilet.
At 12:40 I was rushing the kids out the door to our scheduled Dr. appointment and realized Tristan was still in his pajamas.
While Izzy was putting on her shoes to leave the house, she managed to poke her eye.
How we dont know. No one is confessing and she’s not telling.
The doctor ordered three bottles of pink medicine to combat the infectious crummy tummies. He then took a look at Izzy’s eye which was weeping non-stop.
And proceeded to write a script for antibiotic drops.
For a scratched cornea!
Grandma picked up sassy new sunglasses to protect her eyes. We asked her what would make her feel better. She said if we would call her “princess” and buy her a shake.
But she didnt feel better. Lil’ bit cried herself to sleep tonight.
……and I just might too!