Can we catch a break?!?

Warning: pouting ahead.

I was very excited to go to MOPS this morning. We had a men's panel scheduled to answer questions (all submitted at the last meeting just so things were all set ahead of time). Drove up to the church (on a tire that needs replaced and should be delivered later this week), and as we were pulling into the lot, our son says, "Mom, A's eye looks kinda yellow to me." I look back, and yep, there's definitely some goop in the corner. I wipe it off but don't think too much of it... but 10 minutes later there's more goopage. After the analysis of a couple other more experienced moms, we agreed it probably was pinkeye and I shouldn't have her downstairs with the other kids, so I packed up and headed home. It's a special kind of torture to walk out of a building knowing there are tables laden with yummy food and fresh coffee - not to mention loving people who are actually willing to watch the kiddos while I kick back. I seriously wanted to stomp my feet as I was leaving. But of course I couldn't ('cuz you'd better believe that the kids wouldn't be allowed to do that!)

A very small blip on the big picture, but it stunk. So now I'm waiting for the pharmacy to call to say our prescription is ready. And I'm giving thanks for insurance.