Y’all. I am not even southern but there is just no other way to start this post than Y’ALL.
Have I blogged about ANYTHING these past few weeks but lamenting the fact that I am stuck in my house with a sick kiddo. (seriously here, here, here). And before that I was stuck in my house potty training. (which is still ongoing btw. Oh my WORD with the #2. but that is a whole post in itself).
I do not enjoy the gym. I do not enjoy exercising. But I do it because I need to. But being trapped inside my house for this long has made me realize what an outlet it is for me to put my kids in childcare for an hour and sweat a little. And I miss it! I finally made it there last Friday and it felt so good to be back. We were getting back to normal.
And then. Y’ALL!! Silas started complaining about his eye yesterday. Saying it hurt. Wailing about it from time to time. Until from time to time because him lying on the couch refusing to open his eye at all. He even fell asleep for a bit. He perked up for a little bit around lunch time and then went down for a long afternoon nap. I was hoping that would be the solution.
He woke up and didn’t open his eyes for the next hour. Finally I called the doctor. Then there was this:
Sigh. He was his little self from that point on yesterday. Eyes opened. A little red, but nothing major. And as happy as can be. Problem solved. Gym date made for 9 am Monday morning.
I was woken up so many times last night I gave up on sleeping. By a little boy who told me over and over “eye urt.” Then in the light of day there was a so. much. puss. And for the brief second he opened them, that eye had gone past pink and was full on red.
Yup my friends. We have pink eye. Expecting the locusts to show up any minute now. On the upside, I regained my mayorship of the pediatrician’s office. Y’all.