This week was hellacious, and I’m sooper thankful it’s Friday. Or Saturday, depending on when you’re reading this. Or Sunday. Monday? Oh, hell, I’m just glad someone is reading at all.
Monday through Wednesday were stressful trying to get a tone of work done and prep for family photos (more to come later). Meanwhile my house was falling apart all around me, the only food left in the house was pretzels and lollipops, Christmas decorations lay strewn about, and if I had to tell the kids one more time to stay out of the tree, heads were gonna roll. (WAAAAAAAHHHH!)
Thursday I was finally able to relax a little since the photos were done. The big girls went to school, so I avoided doing any more errand running with Zoe so I could address the ruins I call home. I cleaned half the house and vowed to only live in those rooms for the rest of my life.
Then during a diaper change, I noticed that Zoe had bites all over her legs, one that was swollen and hot and teeming with infection. What bit her? I have no idea. Maybe ants. She was complaining about something in the grass during our photo shoot, and because I am the best mother EVER, I blew it off thinking it was just dry grass poking her.
A few hours later (and a massive amount of frantic texts to Alex — hooray for doctor friends!), I was at the pediatrician with all 3 kids (hide your jealousy) getting a prescription for antibiotics — that I didn’t pick up right away (see above: best mother EVER.). It wasn’t that I was deliberately blowing it off — it’s just that every time I go straight to the pharmacy from the doctor, I still end up having to wait like 30 minutes, and I don’t know if I mentioned that I had all 3 kids with me and it was late in the afternoon?
So imagine my surprise when I got there in the evening to find a closed pharmacy, then realized I had originally searched the wrong location and had the hours wrong (actually I’m not really surprised I did that at all. See again: best mother EVER.).
I had to wait until this morning to get the meds and give her the first dose, then try to explain to the pediatrician’s nurse that YES the infection has spread about an inch beyond the squiggly Sharpie line you drew around it, and NO I didn’t give her the antibiotics last night because flesh eating infection or not, no way am I taking these lunatics to the pharmacy at 4:30 pm. And also I can’t read times on a website.
And then we were back at the pediatrician in the afternoon for a shot because of course this stuff always happens on the weekend, and if the redness didn’t recede by Saturday we were going to have to take her to urgent care or the ER or something completely unnecessary had I just gotten the medicine when I was supposed to. My pediatrician is the nicest woman and never appears to be judging, but I’m sure her whole office thinks I am a big fat douche canoe.
Then for extra special effect as we were leaving the doctor’s office, Rachel got her fingers caught in the elevator door. And naturally there was a bystander to witness me being the best mother EVER.
Bringing it all around to tonight we fed them dinner devoid of any nutritional value. I fell asleep on the couch without even realizing it, and then watched the Expendables 2 for obligatory marital togetherness time, during which I was supposed to be watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, but along with reading pharmacy locations and hours, I also fail at sorting my Netflix queue.