Anya probably has a bacteria kind of pink eye. It seems as if the sinus infection she has moved up into her tear ducts and is causing the same kind of crap you get with pink eye. It's so fun. And she has an ear infection on top of the sinus infection. So I have to hold her drop to give her eye drops 4 times a day. Hold her down for antibiotics once a day. and before bed I once again hold her down for cough syrup and some ear drops so she'll get some sleep. Plus, I have to wipe the green goo from her eyes about every 20 minutes, or it starts to get crusty and I can't imagine just leaving it there is good for her. Besides, I can't help myself - I'm one of those people who picks at scabs and pops zits and peels off sunburned skin. So anyway a fun day was had by all.
And either Rob or I get to repeat it tomorrow, because she can't go back to day care. I'll probably stay with her, because she's really clingy when she's sick (although she was in a strangely good mood tonight) and she'll just scream all day if Rob stays home with her. She's nearing the age when it won't matter to her anymore, thank God! ("Homer, your boss just called and said if you don't come into work today, don't bother coming in tomorrow" "Woo-hoo! 4 day weekend!")
I Rob had a big fight calmly pointed out how idiotic Anya's day care was to them about the whole pink eye thing and I am very happy she will be elsewhere soon (I keep meaning to write about that and haven't gotten around to it yet. I love her teachers, but am having more and more problems with the administration.) I made Rob do it, because when I feel like someone's just being bureaucratic, I understand that there's no way around and it pisses me off and then I look like the idiot, because I'm crying. Or else I just give in because it's easier. He's much better able to maintain the detached,I'm-laughing-at-you-while-I-agree-to-go-along-with-your-stupid plan-you-tiny-insignificant-idiot tone of voice that is essential in conversations of this kind.
Crap. Anya just coughed herself awake. Hopefully staying home with her tomorrow won't be too bad and I'll still have a modicum of brain left to come back and tell you all about it. Or else, you know, something actually interesting.
Oh, and go over to mamadrama. My picture got a makeover. Then come back and tell me how many times you had to look before you found me? I had to look twice.