You know what's funny about children? As long as they are busy and happy they don't notice that they are having pain or discomfort.
At our house this manifests itself with the children not noticing ailments until about 5:05pm, just after the pediatrician has closed for the day.
Once the big hand goes past 5, the floodgates of pain surge open, flooding the house with crying, wailing, gnashing and whining. Offers of motrin are never enough to quell the beast.
For some reason only volume brings relief to these people, who have yet to learn to suffer quietly and with dignity. They get it from their father.
Last night Rebecca announced that her ear hurt and so the misery began. The misery was accompanied by fretful wails that she mustn't miss camp! Wednesday is yarn doll day and to miss such a thing is too heartbreaking to fathom. Finally she agreed that her ear needed treatment and so today Lily went to dance camp and Rebecca went to the doctor.
The doctor confirmed my suspicions. Rebecca has swimmers ear. Readers, in spite of what you may have heard had you been eavesdropping last night, Rebecca will live.
Discovering that Rebecca would not be succumbing to her disease made me feel bold and so when the doctor asked which pharmacy to send the prescription to I held my head up high and said, "Target".
I have mentioned on this blog how bizarre it is to me to get prescriptions filled at Target, but I cannot deny that I enjoy having the excuse to wander the aisles of Target in search of treasures. Target even has bananas now. Bananas!!!! I am still reeling from this discovery.
After Target Rebecca and I came home and I put the drops in her ear, provoking another round of loud protests.
Summer is tough for the neighbors on our street. All of our discord floats into their open windows. Even as I type this Lily is screeching at Rebecca because she is doing a puzzle wrong. When I remind Lily that the entire neighborhood can hear her she responds, "Close the windows!"
Rebecca's not the only one afflicted in our house.
For David's last birthday I bought him a skateboard. Such a cool wife I am.
You know who was not so cool? David as he tried to do an ollie this week and landed on his hip. I was going to show you the bruise, but I can't. It's just too gross.
David loves this bruise. He denies it, but people, he thinks it gives him street cred.
Bless his sweet middle aged heart.
The other day I walked into Rebecca's room and found this.
This is Jess. She is suffering from an eyelash injury. It requires painters tape apparently. Notice the embroidery thread IV? I love that part.
The attention to detail just about kills me.
We take affliction seriously around here. To my neighbors- it'll be ear drop time at 8pm. You might want to close your windows...