This is the day that will not end.

Wow. Today has been a weird/long/tiring day.
I'm exhausted. And fussy. And my everything hurts.

Micah woke up complaining of a sore throat. I called to make an appointment and they were able to get him in this afternoon. Hallelujah. The pediatrician's office is near Joann's and I wanted to get some fabric for a project for my niece. So, we left a little early to run that errand.

I pick my fabric, get a number for the cutting table and wait for the four people ahead of me. Grayson proceeds to pitch a fit; crying, yelling "up!" and hitting me. Fun times! They finally call number 41 and an old lady cuts in front of me!
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
I complain to the lady next to me and then let it go.

We get to the pediatrician and micah has a meltdown because he doesnt want the dr to look in his ears. I then bribe him with a drumstick ice cream cone from target if he stops fussing. Awesome parenting skillz, i know. Micah finally lets the doctor check him out. Micah has pneumonia because of course he does. We get our stack of prescriptions and head out. While we are checking out the MA mentions that our pediatrician in North Carolina won't release the kids' medical records because they already released them to another doctor and won't re-release them. Awesome. And illegal. Add that to my to-do list for tomorrow, along with driving to Tustin to see a rheumatologist that won't treat my excruciating 10 day long headache over the phone. Wah.

So, we drive to target to fill the prescriptions. The pharmacy tech is less than pleasant. It is the strangest thing; I walk up to the counter and they don't acknowledge my presence. I wait 5ish minutes and the guy fi.na.lly comes to the counter and then just waits for me to start the conversation. They don't have 2 of the 4 prescriptions needed and the guy informs me that he has 13 prescriptions ahead of me so it will be an hour and a half before its ready.... And then asks me whether or not I want to fill them! My kid needs the medicine so my other option would be to find a new pharmacy, target man, and I'm on borrowed time with the terror of a toddler and sick 4 year old. Yes, I still want the prescriptions filled.

We head home and see daddy and then I head back to target to pick up the rx. I pick up the 2/4 prescriptions that are ready. Same rudeness from pharmacy tech.

Needing a moment to myself, I wander through the women's clothes department. There, a random 20 year old guy stops me and asks if I'm old enough to vote. (he must be friends with the cashier at Walmart that I tried to buy spray paint from.) long story short, he was trying to sell magazine subscriptions. Thanks, but no thanks, dude.

I call Brian to tell him I got the rx and to keep Micah up until I get there so that he can start the antibiotic. Micah asks me if I got drumsticks and of course I forgot during my two trips to target so I tell him I will stop at Walmart on the way home.

After that I hop into my car. I'm pulling out of the parking lot when the guy driving across from me runs a stop sign and then flips me off! I have the right of way, he had a stop sign! So annoying.

Stop at Walmart. Get drumsticks. Contemplate buying out the liquor aisle. Decide to treat myself to a smart water instead. Leave.

I arrive home and Brian put Micah to bed. Ugh. Yes, obviously a miscommunication and probably due in part to video games, but whatever. The entire reason I went to target tonight was so he could start his meds and the entire reason I went to Walmart was for the freaking drumstick that I promised him. Fortunately, Micah is still awake. He takes his meds, eat his drumstick and goes back to bed. While in bed we hear him over the monitor chanting "my bed is too dark! My bed is too dark!" Uhm, ok? #gotobedkid

Brian graciously goes in and re-tucks him in.

I am done with this day.