Hells bells, if it isn’t one thing it’s another. Just as we’re getting over a cycle of nasty cough/sinus infection/ear infection that aggravated one child’s asthma and the other’s contentious personality, Me Too wakes up this morning with pinkeye.
I get that it’s all as interconnected up in there as a conversation amongst Southerners (or possibly Australians…all the ones in Japan seem to know each other) but come on y’all this is just crazy.
HRH wanted to argue with me this morning that Me Too couldn’t have pinkeye because her eyes aren’t swollen. They were sealed shut with goopety goop when she woke up this morning, mind you, and red.
Where is that mute button again? Ah right, “Have some more toast honey,” then shut up! Because you don’t know what you are talking about, but yet continue to make noise.
I’ve been getting everyone to bed a bit earlier and feeding them more fruit and veg but it doesn’t seem to be helping much.