Just not in my two year old's eye first thing in the morning of the first scheduled mama vacation day scheduled since, um, July.
Because you know it won't just stay in one eye- it will jump to the other eye, my dogs eyes, my eyes (this is a given- it's itching as we speak just because I know I.must.not.scratch.it.)
Where did he pick up such a thing? Why the doctors office, of course. My Pediatrician's office, or the soon to be ex-pediatrician's office has remodeled into this huge new open commons where I spent twenty minutes chasing him from one end of the place to the other and receptionist lady- don't look at me like that. Your sign says to tell you if it's been more than 15 minutes and whatever, if I have a toddler you shouldn't keep me waiting more than 5 minutes. Because then you wouldn't have to give me more dirty looks when he runs behind your desk shaking his bag of graham teddy crackers that I bought at the overpriced store downstairs. I took him there Friday for a flu shot, then had to pick him up an hour later from school because they called me and said he wouldn't stop crying. Oh yes, good times. Feeling particularly good about my mothering skills since that call. Why I didn't see that coming and take the rest of the day off I still don't know.
I'm not totally sure it's pink eye. It looks like he could have a bit of a sty but either way, I can't take him to school like that and the Ped can't get me in until 11:20. Seeing that little man woke up at 4, probably because his eye was bugging him, this is shaping up to be a banner morning. I can hardly wait to pin down an overtired super charged toddler who has been running wild in the mile long waiting room and put some goo in his eye.
Good times, my friends.