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Strep, strep baby

Strep, strep baby

All right stop, collaborate and listen
Strep is back mama’s gonna start bitchin’

Sore throat grabs a hold of Miss C tightly
Keepin’ her cranky daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo I don’t know
Head down to Walgreens, yeah like a pro

Strep strep baby
Strep strep my poor baby

Guess who heard Vanilla Ice on the way home from the pediatrician’s this morning and cranked it for Miss C? (Oh and for me, I’ll admit that I am a total sucker for old school dance music. Yeah I am that mom at the red light.) That song conjures up images of a particular well-gelled dark haired guy I dated in college who would crank that song, much to my amusement and mortification, while he peeled out in his sports car. I was more into INXS and U2 and Depeche Mode at the time. I dated the guy for a few weeks until he told me one Friday night a woeful tale of not having enough money to take me out to dinner, but invited me over to watch a movie at his apartment and then proceeded to show me the new cologne and shirt he’d just purchased at the mall.

So apparently it is very common for kids Miss C’s age to get back-to-back strep. Who knew? All you wise mamas out there, and the elementary school secretary and my neighbor and my mother and…well you all knew and you told me so. I had a gut feeling, too, that we were dealing with strep again. I’m going to have to toss the cute Hello Kitty battery-powered toothbrush I bought the last time we went through this. That’s what I get for investing actual money in a toothbrush and not just using the dentist freebies.

Miss C’s on a new 10-day round of antibiotics, and not as feverish or quite as “sick” this time, but she’ll have to miss her first spring soccer game of the season tomorrow morning. She has a group photo at 8:30, though, so I’m going to drive her down to the field so she can at least take part in that. A girl’s gotta keep up appearances, you know.