Craptacular

Today just stunk. I'm so angry and frustrated, and I just feel like crying. Mike left town yesterday afternoon because he's speaking tomorrow at a conference in DC. He'll be back Wednesday, and under ordinary circumstances I'd handle his absence quite well. But I'm pregnant you know, so everything is automatically worsened by my fragile emotional state. Still, I was sure this would be easy. Evan was supposed to have therapy today and school tomorrow and Wednesday, so I figured we'd be busy enough, and I'd have some time to myself, and the days would fly by.

But yesterday Ev woke up with crusty eyes and a runny nose. And when I say crusty eyes, I mean red and swollen and spewing yellow pus crusty. I called the doctor this morning because it was worse, and my suspicions were correct--he has pinkeye. I'm fairly certain he picked it up at that same doctor's office last week because there was a kid running rampant in the waiting room with a raging case of the crud eye. So he's got pinkeye, which is highly contagious and means no therapy or school or visits with friends for the forseeable future. My week just got about ten days longer.

Then the girl at the doctor's office says she'll call some drops in to the pharmacy for me. Great. That was at 8:30 this morning, so I waited until about 11:30 to go pick them up. After wrangling Evan into the store (he won't sit in the cart anymore, nor will he walk like a civilized person) I find that the office hasn't called anything in yet. So we head home, and I wait. I call the pharmacy back at 3:30, still nothing. I call the doctor's office back. They assure me it will be called in. I call the pharmacy again just now, and nothing's been called in. The doctor's office is closed for the day now. And Evan still has very crusty eyes.

I just started crying. And crying. And crying. Evan felt bad, I could tell, and broke away from his trucks to come hug me. His sympathy has run out though, and I'm still feeling pretty bent out of shape. Normally this day would have just been irritating, but because of my raging hormones, I feel like the world is ending. The only thing I'm hoping for now is an early bed time and the energy to deal with this all tomorrow.