BAD. I've burned through an entire bottle of abx trying to get Maya to take one fucking dose. She has bronchitis and needs it. Straight - nope Pudding - nope Milkshake - nope Milk - nope
Annnnd, it's gone. She took approx. a quarter of the required first dose. There are still 4 more to go. FML. Did I mention she has a 104 fever?
Good. Even though my kids came home from XH's and are acting like little assholes.
I had an awesomely lazy day eating banana bread and playing room-escape games, so the relaxed vibe is carrying over. Plus it's almost bedtime, which means I'm that much closer to a lime sorbet margarita.
"Bad" doesn't cover it. Relieved that H isn't hurt, pissed as hell at the guy who hit him, and anxious for the kids to go to bed so I can self-medicate with calories and booze.