Today the kids and I got up with the intention of going to TKD for the first time this week now that Cyd's back.
SLUGGIE: My eye was stuck shut this morning. I had to work really hard to get it open.
ME: (a bit absently, I'll admit) That's nice.
and then a few minutes later
ME: Oh crap! You have another eye infection! (She and Mollusc each had one last week or was it the week before? It's all a blur.)
So that was that. I called to let them know at TKD that we weren't showing, squeezed a thin rope of goop into both of Sluggie's eyes (learned about that the hard way) and gave her a hot compress. Later on, as we were doing our first microscope lab for this new biology book, I saw that Prawn was getting a bit of red-eye. More goop-squeezing (shockingly successful.) We are getting our money's worth out of this $75 little bitty tube of opthamalgic antibiotic, I'll say that much.
In other news, I've run out of Outlander books (have to get #4 from the library) so am reading Possession in the meantime. So far so good. Much more complex than the movie. (which I did enjoy)
And now, Fridge Poetry. Join me, won't you?