Three kids. Three different antibiotics. Three confirmed cases of strep throat.
It has not been fun.
The Middle One has tested positive for strep twice in 15 days.
Princess was very grumpy, so I had her tested, too. And sure enough she's positive. She also has an ear full of gunk that has to get drained tomorrow. It only takes 30 seconds, but she has to wear a straight jacket--they call it a papoose, which sounds much nicer--to have it done.
And then there's the Big Boy. He woke up at 5:00 am complaining of a sore throat. By 10:00 am he was throwing up so much, Jonathan took him to the Urgent Care center. They finally got the vomiting under control, and he came home around 3:30.
Meanwhile, I washed everything. I mean everything. I filled pillowcases with Legos and threw them in the washer, bleached doorknobs, bathrooms, walls, tables, chairs, anything I could.
This is the first time since Princess has been home that's she's been really, truly sick. It's hard for Jonathan and me to juggle all three of them. But tomorrow, Jonathan heads to work. Which leaves just me. I will, as they say, be deep in the trenches of motherhood.