Not a very glamorous job...

...but it's MY job...This weekend I noticed that Sam's right eye was a little red. It got worse as the weekend wore on, so I put in a call to the "nurse line" at our doctor's office. After reviewing his symptoms with the nurse (red eye, no goop, light sensitivity) she concluded that it was "just" a corneal abrasion and suggested flushing the eye with saline solution. If conditions did not improve, I was instructed to make an appt. with my doc on Monday morning. Fast forward to Monday morning...Sam wakes up with a goopy, red eye...ick...I get on the phone to the doctor's office and the little girl on the other end of the phone says "Can you be here in 20 minutes?"--But of course I can, because I am Wonder Woman...Let's back up just a wee bit here...Grace has also not been feeling well and is in full on "cranky three year old girl drama" mode, I am baby-sitting my neighbor's 15 month old little boy, Ayden, and ALL THREE children are still in PJ's, eating breakfast...the house is TRASHED (with a capital "T") and I am fresh off the treadmill in a ratty t-shirt and work-out pants...I have NOT brushed my teeth, I DO NOT smell good...SURE I can be there in 20 minutes...SURE....Let me wave my magic wand...people, I made it to the doctor's office in UNDER 20 minutes. This includes prying an eating toddler out of a highchair as he's grabbing for grapes, putting all three kids safely into car seats (with the help of my sweet husband), popping a piece of gum in my mouth while spraying some car air freshener on my shirt so I smell "fresh", THEN UN-loading all three kids, putting two of them in strollers (Sam pooped somewhere during all this loading and un-loading), and sprinting to the elevator with a three year old screaming "ABRE!!" at the automatic sliding doors (Abre means "open" in Spanish...Grace thinks if she doesn't say this, the doors won't open...right) I MADE it....Oh and Sam has pink eye. Glamorous? No. Worth it? Absolutely...