It was all going so well...

This morning I allowed everyone to sleep in because I know we have illness in the house.  I have an ear infection, and the two youngest have ear infections in both ears.

Everyone got up and was ready really fast.  With exception of the missing shoe that we have not been able to find since Friday... We have no idea what happened to it.  For all we know it's one of those weird highway shoes that you wonder about as you speed by at 65 miles an hour.

I dropped everyone off and pulled a big no no.  I allowed my 4 yr old in the school with just her 3 siblings to keep her in line.  OMG!  For some reason they think that the kids in the young 4 program can not be in the building unless an adult has them, but the 4 yr olds that just started Kindy can?  This child would be ready for K but they wont allow it because of her birthday... so I said I was not going to sit there this morning with two sick kids.

They will get over it.

I came home to dose up the boys with their morning antibiotics.  One laying on the table trying to complain that it is too cold and not boob juice and that I suck.  The other at the kids table eating the sausage out of the muffin and leaving shrapnel all over.

Then the 2 yr old is next to me asking for 7up.  I tell him I need to finish this and then I will allow a bit of it.  He is sick, and treats are nice, and I need to keep him hydrated, and I just don't care to say no because this baby is ever so S L O W L Y taking his meds...

Then the 2 yr old grabs his brothers antibiotics from the table next to me and tries to pour his into the medicine cup...

with end results being?

A floor full of medicine and an overflowing cup.

We just got these on Saturday so I had to call the doctors office and ask if MY doctor would give me a script.

I call with this info...

"I was in on SATURDAY with my SON in the URGENT CARE and got AMOX for his EAR INFECTION, my other son just DUMPED THE BOTTLE on the floor.  I was wondering if MY DOCTOR could WRITE A NEW SCRIPT.

Seems fairly forward.  Very clear.

Apparently I speak asshole.

She said who is the doctor that wrote it, I said hold on that should be on the bottle.  Says... dr bla blala

We dont HAVE a dr BLA BLALA here.

I said I was at URGENT CARE.

oh. whats the name of the patient.

abcd efgh....

is that LMOD BBHUWW

NO.  ABCD EFB uh GH.

EFBGH?

no.  Sorry I was reading the bottle and CORRECTED myself.  No B.

oh.  so who is your doctor?

SO now it goes a bit smoother until she said, so you were here on FRIDAY?

NO!  I was at urgent care on SATURDAY!

oh ok.  Ill leave the doctor with the message.

Now I have two sick kids, and a floor full of pink sticky goo.

Then the 2 yr old sneezes.  Now if there is anything that I can NOT handle, other than spiders, it's SNOTS.  He sneezes so hard he pops his ear, complains about it and goes to wipe his nose with his shirt.  I scream no, freak everyone out, start flailing around in the kitchen because we do not own paper towels and there are no regular towels anywhere to be found.  He has already wiped his sleeve in it and I am grossed out to the point I could puke.

Finally I get a bit of intelligence and look in the McDonald's bag, a napkin.  WOO!  Love those freaking people!  They may be killing me slowly with their grease filled goodies, but damn it all if they did not just save my floor from the puke that I was going to have to vomit if this kid wiped his shirt and sticky snots on something.  I wipe him up, and go and place the baby in his pen.  I need a moment to recoup and write it down.  I just did my public service for the day.

I did not blow up my twitter feed with that crazy start of my day.