Ear infection? Check. (Thank God that’s not plural.)
Night wakings? Check.
Sore throat? Check. (All the above were claimed by poor Amelia earlier this week.)
Pink eye? Check, check. (Do we get bonus points for both eyes?)
The hubby has a horrible case of conjunctivitis. Why is it when we have a “date weekend” planned (Caitlin is staying with the grandparents tonight and tomorow) someone gets sick? WHY? Luckily he went to the doctor Wednesday and got prescription eye drops as well as an antibiotic. His Ray Charles days of wearing cheap sunglasses to disguise his eyeballs of death are over, hopefully. He was starting to scare people. Me included.
Co-pays out the wazoo? Multiple checks. I need pre-stamped checks for our pediatrician alone or maybe a punch card. Get a free visit after your tenth! And why does the baby always want to crawl on the floor at the doctor’s office? Gah.
3-year-old hopped up on Easter egg hunt loot? Check.
Mommy pilfering aforementioned loot for Lifesaver Gummies Bunnies & Eggs while unsuspecting 3-year-old takes a bath? Check. I’ve got to remember to sufficiently hide the empty packages in the trash.
3-year-old’s bags packed for a two-night visit with the grandparents? Not yet, but I can pack her bag, unlike my own suite of bags, in a New York minute. As long as she’s got her army of Beanie Baby Bears, she’s happy. I throw in all the other extra stuff, uh, like clothes and her Piglet toothbrush.
Tax refund? Check? We’ll see. I’m waiting and crossing my fingers and toes.
Jumbo bottle of wine? Check.
Is it Friday yet? Check!!!!!