Because Mondays weren't already SUPER DUPER FUN...
It's important to note here that The Man is away on business. You know: boring meetings by day, really nice dinner, then peaceful solitude in a clean hotel room? Y'dig? I would also like to point out that while I was away in Florida, The Man's parents came and took the kids off his hands for 2 1/2 days, and the week passed peacefully without major incident.
Last night, my little Ella woke me at
1:00 (made it back to bed at 2:00)
and was finally up for good at 6:30.
Ear infection. Lots of crying. Ibuprofin didn't make a dent.
I'd just like to point out, that because I'm SELFISH JERK MOM, I was inwardly crying about my loss of sleep, and I was also crying because on Mondays, Ella and Jack are BOTH in school in the morning. Ella goes to nursery school 3 days a week. When they're both in school, I come home and wipe tears of joy away for those two precious, priceless hours of PURE GORGEOUS SILENCE. So, I was thinking; "nooo...you couldn't get sick on a TUESDAY now could you. Of course not!"
At 7:30 this morning, I was feeling like over-baked death, and Ella was bouncing around downstairs singing. I could have happily strangled her.
So, off we went to the walk-in clinic, where dickhead doctor takes a look in her ear and says; "well, it doesn't look too bad, but I'll give her an antibiotic."
I've had no sleep. Well, I had some--you know: that desperate, sweaty sleep that you get when you're stressed? So I'm in no mood for this noncommittal "doesn't look too bad" business. What the hell does that mean anyway?!? Does she have an ear infection or doesn't she? I already concluded she does, as she's prone to them, so off we went across the hall to the pharmacy.
Just as I was paying for the meds, and the FREAKING SNICKERS BAR I'D CHOSEN, Ella decided to spice things up a little. She suddenly started going; "MMM! MMMM!" and when I looked down I saw that her eyes were wide, her cheeks were FULL and she had a blob of barf on her lip. Luckily, there was nothing nearby to deal with the imminent spew. Also luckily, my brain SHUT DOWN. I frantically scrabbled up one of those paper prescription bags. Do you think I could get the damn thing open though? So, I held it over my hands for her to hurl onto, like a tray.
The tiny, swarthy, mousy, pharmacist said "can you at least use the waste basket?" in this groany, long-suffering voice, as Ella was yarking away. So, I steered her over to the garbage basket, mumbling apologies to all along the way. I even tried, with great embarrassment, to swab up some of the unswabbable mess, with the paper towels the young, cute, useless, pharamacy assistant girl offered up.
Then we beat it the hell out of there.
In the car I started laughing--you know, like you have to do when something is just so completely unfunny horrendous? I said; "oh Ella! I could see all your little bites of cheddar cheese in there! MY GOD!" Then I almost gagged, and it was then I decided that the Snickers bar would have to wait till much, much later.