Mmmmmoxicillin!

Daycare called at 4 to say the kid had a fever of 101, and could I please leave work and come pick her up? The ped's office was just closing, so they gave us a 6:30pm appointment at their after-hours office. I got home, peeled off my heels, took a 5 minute shower, loaded a Ziploc with Cheerios, grabbed a yogurt, and skipped out with hope, a smile, and a fantastic sense of optimism.

At 8pm we still sat and waited in frazzled heaps in the exam room, eating yogurt with a tongue depressor (I forgot a spoon in my excitement), and my kid was crying so hard she folded herself in half.

What's the point of an appointment, is all I'm sayin'. She had antibiotics for dinner, two hours after her bedtime. I'm having a premium malt beverage.

On an upnote, I took my first exam of the semester during my lunch break today and got a B+; the class average was a C. Since the class is in the middle of my workday (the only way I could pull off 5 classes), my professor told me to keep up with the work and show up for exams. So my premium malt beverage is lunch, dinner, AND a celebratory cocktail! I'm a multi-tasking-drinker. Multrinker. Mulla-drunk.

Muh.