We’re on day three of pink eye.
“But,” you say, “it’s not contagious after 24 hours of antibiotic eye drops!”
Ah, yes. Assuming it doesn’t spread from child-to-child or eye-to-eye.
Any mother with a common sense than I would treat both eyes even if only one eye appeared infected. Apparently I’m lacking common sense and good judgement because those drops are expensive and getting them in the eye is a feat of strength and will. So I only treated Blair’s right eye. And today we have a left eye that’s nice and red.
I LOVE BEING A MOTHER.
Really, I do.
I’m just feeling selfish today.
I’m so, so tired of being stuck at home. The girls are climbing the walls and getting into every sort of mischief imaginable. Blair’s new favorite play spot in the bathroom closet (hello, razor blades and mouth wash) and Emery is playing dress up with the dog.
I haven’t had a run since last week. It’s not an excuse for my short temper but, goodness. I just want 30 minutes to run with my headphones blaring and no one crying. Except me. But it’s really hard to cry and run at the same time. I don’t know how they make it look so easy in the movies.
I don’t want to pick up another toy. I don’t want to wash another dish. I don’t want to fold another sheet. I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to.
I wish I could throw a tantrum like my daughters.
But instead, I hold my breath and my tongue. And start by brushing my teeth..
One more day. It’ll be over soon.
Assuming I don’t end up with pink eyes.
Either way, I’ll do all those things that need to be done because someone needs to do it.
There are 100 other things I could do to pass the time and make the day enjoyable.
Instead I sit here having a pity party and scratching Emery’s back with my foot. And she’s enjoying it.
So there’s always that.