sick baby on isle 1

The baby has been fighting a fever for two days and this morning I knew it was time to call the Dr. They took us in right away and confirmed my suspisions of an ear infection. He had alot of post nasal drip, so she drew up a script that would help in the event of a sinus infection. Now, I am not normally thrilled with pumping my little children full of antibiotics, but he is so miserable, I trust that the Dr. is doing the right thing. Also, the fact that I do give my children probiotics each morning does reassure me.

So, an hour later we ran out to pick up the meds from Walgreens and I thought "let me just run to Aldi to get bananas and animal crackers." Basically two things he loves and that I could get with the $4 I had on me. I drive to the store and think to myself that he looks tired, but this will only take 10 minutes. I put the baby in the cart and Sarah holds my hand to run inside. As we walked in the door, little JR starts to cough, and cough and cough, then puke up all the stuff that had dripped into his little tummy. yuck, I know. I open the diaper bag - one baby wipe left. I mumble some sort of bad word to myself and try to clean him up with the one wipe and the dirty Dunkin Donuts napkins that Sarah threw in my bag yesterday. Now I realize I must get out of the store, but to get out I have to walk all the way around to the EXIT door. I mumble again.

Back to the car, kids in the carseats, strip the baby down a little to get the bulk of vomit off his skin. Now the lady in the car next to me wants to talk. Do I really look like I want to converse at this moment? Not really.

Driving home Sarah, who left the store with no arguement, wants to know if we can go back in since JR stopped throwing up and she really wants animal crackers. I tell her no and we are on our way home, to stay. We got every red light in town and my precious 3 year old daughter had every question in the book. Someone honks a horn really loudly next to me, they were being cut off by someone else (I sware it was not Me!) I snapped and started doing the "Jersey driver cursing song"(basically me, yelling and pointing saying very naughty words). Then after I stopped my screaming rampage my sweet little angel girl says "Mommy, which one is your f*&king ear?"

The left one baby, the left one.