Snotty Kids

Big Brother woke up in the middle of the night last night crying that his ear hurt. He was up a lot even after I poured some Tylenol into him. So this morning, he stayed home from school and I called the medical clinic in our town. It's closer and usually quicker than our pediatrician for little ailments.

I HATE going there, not because of the doctor by any means. He's always been great. I hate the waiting room. It is so small and always filled with sick people. Go figure. But there are never normally sick people when I go. It always seems to be filled with people hacking up a lung or choking on a dog bone. I don't know which. And then there are the snotty kids. Not snotty as in attitude. Snotty as in snot running the 3 inches from their nose to the bottom of their chin.

What irks me the most is when the little Snot Balls come over to check out my boys, completely all up in their personal space trying to grab the toys they've brought along to keep themselves entertained. And the little Snot Ball's mom always thinks it's so cute. Yeah, my kid is sick but not as sick as yours. And whatever your little Snot Ball has, I really don't need it in my house. I'm not a germaphobe at all. I do plenty of disgusting things I probably shouldn't, as do my boys. But use a little common sense. It's not cute for your little snot nosed, germ infested, barking like my German Shepherd kid to be spreading their love germs in a doctor's office like that.

And get well soon my little double ear infected boy!