Pretty in Pink

So as if a fork through my finger wasn't bad enough. Then the Kid's surgery last week, which did not go so well - in case you were wondering. No, the Russian Roulette of health woes constantly delivers me the bullet. Yep. The Kid woke up with Pink Eye. Of course this is the week that I am on a huge deadline that requires tons of overtime and I would look like a dick if I left, while the rest of the team that *I* manage, stayed. Isn't that always the way.

He doesn't have just regular old Pink Eye either, he has to have the raging oozing, gooey case. ~insert vomiting here~ Forget Pink Eye, I have a bad feeling that my boss is going to give me black eyes for missing even more work. So I tried to quickly think up scenarios on how to handle this situation:

1. Put a pirate patch on him and send him off to school anyway. Who'd know? 'He just likes to dress up. No. Seriously. No don't take that eye patch off...damn.'

2. Make a small bed for him under my desk at work a la George Costanza. I could just throw crackers to him now and again and my boss wouldn't be the wiser. Though he might wonder why there's a full Thomas Train station under my feet.

3. Leave him home by himself. I bet he's capable. Even though he's just four years old, in the mornings he goes and gets the Baby from his crib, gets him yogurt for breakfast - complete with spoon as well as cereal. Then he cleans up all the dishes. How fantastic is that? He's like a mini-maid! When I jokingly wondered aloud that this was the way to go, he said, "Mommy. The policeman will come and take you away if you leave me alone." Point taken, Kid.

So the Kid is on no less than FOUR medications for his various illnesses. This one killed me:
How disgusting does this sound?? Come on, man. The Kid has enough to deal with, now he has to chug down some salmon cherry juice? We just can't catch a break around here.