After a long hard day at the office, I pick up Nash and get home a few minutes before six. I’m planning my agenda for the next two hours – mac & cheese for dinner, finish the laundry, clean, blog about boobs (you’ll have to check back for that one) etc., etc. But then I open the door and immediately notice two things:
- I’ve left Nash’s medicine out on the counter all day. It’s supposed to be refrigerated.
- The kitchen floor is covered with ants.
Now this is the THIRD round of antibiotics since the Leap Day Wedding so I can’t mess around. But first I spray the ants to kill the ants then sweep up the dead ants. Joy! Then I call Jim at the Target pharmacy (yes, we are on a first name basis) and he tells me that I do in fact need to get a new prescription. So back out to the car and off to Target. Believe it or not, we came home with just the medicine (free, because I seriously think Jim just feels sorry for me), another Power Ranger and a big plastic tub because really, you just can’t have enough big plastic tubs.
Now we’re having frozen pizza (Nash) and cereal (me) for dinner. And I can’t shake the feeling that there are ants on me.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is my life.
