proceed with caution, ye who enter here...

Found out I've been giving 6yr old twice the dose of abx that he was supposed to be getting.

whoops.

Called the pharmacy and they told me that it shouldn't hurt him, but that now, he'll probably need more antibiotics because you're supposed to be on them for so long.

6yr old has been staging a coup in his pjs. Has yet to change out of said pjs for the last four days or so. I've informed him that he will be wearing clothes to school tomorrow. He informed me of "You wanna bet?"

Stay tuned. I'm fairly confident in my magic ways of persuasion. And honestly, if I could just get him to change into a different pair of pants (anything other than the flannel sweat pants---really. Even his off-colored green sweat pants with the odd off-white line up the side that makes it look like perpetual puking is taking place. Even that).

For the record, I can't remember how we acquired that certain piece of clothes. Of course, the fact that I could care less for it means that my son fell in mad fashion love with it the moment he saw it.

How come it always works that way? By the way, this is the same kid who won't wear anything with buttons. Like, not even fake buttons. Which means that I'm constantly finding mad awesome button clothes for him. Which now his younger brothers are sure there's something wrong with because if Cole says they're the evil inherent, then what are you gonna do?

You're not gonna wear the cute sharp looking shirts that mom just invested the full 2 for $5 at Walmart.

Which I'm no longer frequenting for personal reasons.

Although I must get my car's oil changed, and because of related health costs that have amassed over the last few months (epilepsy, bloody stool, allergic reactions, finger tumors, strep) will probably have to be done at Walmart because they are so bloody cheap.

The same car that does not stink at the present time, thank you very much.

At least, it shouldn't. I can't really smell anything since the strep....stuff. But, we're gonna assume that it no longer smells, since the boys helped me throw out the half eaten banana peels and wet diapers.

I know. Gross. It's probably grosser ('more gross?' I know not people.) that I don't particularly find it all that gross. Surprising sometimes. Smelly, sure... but, not really gross on a relative scale.

Gross is rotting flesh tunneling under rotten flesh. Gross is being farted at in the face when giving someone a suppository. Gross is normally healthy robust individuals not maintaining a minimum level of hygiene. Gross is when that same individual asks for extra mayo for his ham sandwich.

So... all relative.