Our family is going through a rough patch illness-wise. Someone has been sick since November 8, when both kids and mom caught a cold. (The Guv avoided it by being in California.) The week before Thanksgiving, Petunia contracted strep throat. The day after Thanksgiving, Dash started throwing up because of a double ear infection. He's just finishing the antibiotics for that one.
And now, both kids have pinkeye.
Pinkeye is a stupid contagious illness (as opposed to the intelligent ones) because it's really pretty harmless -- just highly contagious. The only way to get rid of it is by placing an eyedrop in each eye three times per day.
Drama queen Petunia cooperates but moans "this really stinks, mom" for each drop, so six times per day.
Dash, however, is... Dash. I have to use both arms, both hands and yes, both feet to effectively sit on him and pry his eyelids open to place a drop in each. It is not pretty. The Guv attempted an assist on this procedure last night and was rather impressed at my ability to use a big toe to open an eye. (Yeah, eww, I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures.) Getting Dash to cooperate with anything is like wrestling a 28.6 pound alligator. It may be a little alligator, but it is vicious when cornered. It attempts head butts and on rare occasion snaps its jaws. Its legs kick, hard. It is not my good, sweet little boy who demanded "more gross kisses" at bedtime last night. It really stinks. And after I get the eyedrops into the alligator, I get cried at for a looongg time, and reminded repeatedly at bedtime that "you really hurt me, mama." He is a stubborn little alligator, and we get to have this fun until next Tuesday.
All of this sickness over the past month MUST mean that we'll have a healthy, merry Christmas, no...?
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