Over it.

Although this has been a week long trilogy, I think I can sum it all up best in one day.

Monday.

I was miserable and sick.

Kylan was miserable and sick.

And then suddenly Kylan had red puffy spots on his arm.

Followed by his other arm.

And chin.

And leg.

Decided to take Kylan to the Dr.

Car makes grinding plunking noise trying to back out of the driveway.

Car hardly makes it to the end of the street.

Decide to stop by the mechanics first.

If we can get there.

We literally have to rock the car up and down to change gears.

When we finally get there the mechanic asks us to drive it in and it stops working altogether.

He fidgets with it for 20 minutes.

Nothing.

Find out that it's the clutch.  The clutch that's not even a year old.

But it's under warranty as long as it's not covered in oil.

It's covered in oil.

And he's out of loaner cars.

Sick + Stranded + Sick Baby = NOT HAPPY.

We walk 4 blocks to the taxi stand.

For the first time, it's empty.

We call for a taxi with a baby seat so we can still make it to the Dr's.

20 minutes, and 2 more phone calls later, the cab arrives.

We miss our doctor by 10 minutes.

We see another doctor to find out not only do Kylan and I have a virus, but Kylan also has the chicken pox and Melyssa has contact dermatitis over her stitches.

It takes half an hour to get home on the bus.  

Without the coffees we'd been looking forward to all day.