Oh my goodness, y'all, I've had a shitburger of a day.
*Joel sick and coughing and slightly feverish.
*Owen is now coughing and starting a runny nose.
*This means that I can't go to the petri-dish of a gym to burn off some aggression.
*This also means that Owen won't go to preschool tomorrow.
*This also means I get to drag Owen along to Joel's Ear-Nose-Throat appointment tomorrow. I'm so excited to plunk down another $30 specialist fee so that she can say, "Tubes still look good."
*Today, we trekked up to Children's National Medical Center to have Joel's eye appointment. Our referral had expired, which resulted in frantic phone calls and a great deal of eye-rolling and muttering from husband. That would be the husband who had specifically taken off work to go to this appointment Thankfully, we got in, but if we had needed to reschedule, Paul would have done the Socratic method with me all the way home: "Why didn't you check the referral date? I just don't understand..."
*We plunked down $30.00 for this specialist as well.
*Joel still doesn't need surgery, thank God. However, he wasn't doing as well as last time. His left eye is crossing with more frequency. This could be attributed to him being under the weather. Dr. T says that Joel will probably wear glasses until he's at least thirteen. It makes me sad to know that he will have that extra inconvenience and be "different" throughout his entire childhood.
*After we got back from the hospital, we went to the playground. Owen was going down a slide and he started crying. "Help! Mommy! Help! The poop is coming out and I can't stop it!"
*One discarded pair of Lightening McQueen underpants later, we drove home. Owen didn't want to eat tomatoes, and decided to voice his displeasure by throwing the dish on the floor, scattering tomatoes everywhere.
*I ate my lunch of tomatoes (flavored with floor seasonings) and cottage cheese. Considered crying, except that nothing really bad had happened to warrant such nonsense.
*Took a shower, changed into pajamas.
In less whiny news...we have a winner. To celebrate my blogiversary, I had this giveaway.
I went to random.org, like won did on her honest and always-thoughtful blog. I wanted to be totally on the up-and-up with my first blog giveaway. I did the Number Generator, eliminating the double-comment from my cousin, David, (thereby giving everybody one equal chance to win the Starbucks gift card.)
I punched in appropriate numbers, and the randomly selected winner is.... Caution Flag! Congrats! Please contact me so I can get your info...
Now, here's the problem: Unlike my technologically-savvy friends, I couldn't figure out how to get the actual drawing widget up. So, you'll just have to take my word for it. I swear there were no shenanigans involved. Truth.
I don't know how to end this entry, so here's a picture of Joel attempting to bludgeon something. Enjoy!