Singing the Pinkeye Blues

Yes. Lucas has pinkeye. Probably from the gym pool, but who knows? At first it was only in one eye, but he’s five–yes, you guessed it: Place finger in infected eye, next, place same finger in uninfected eye. Repeat a hundred thousand times. Voila.

We have medication now. (Eye drops are a whole new adventure.) But because pinkeye is so contagious, Lucas has been home with me and Asher for 2.5 days now. Driving. Me. CRAZY. We’ve had to cancel two play dates with his friends. Yesterday was pretty good. Today he hasn’t left me alone for a moment all day long. I might just have to kill him. Did I mention he never stops talking? Ever. (I’m currently experimenting on him. My hypothesis is that he talks a little less if there’s music playing.)

I’m a good mom. I’m just not cut out to be a full-time mom. A little bit of daycare goes a long way to keeping me sane, in addition to allowing me to earn a living.

Asher doesn’t have pinkeye. Yet. Lucas has a terrible time remembering not to touch the baby’s face, hands, feet.

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