McDonalds fries have magic powers

If I would have known my day was going to be this interactive I would have put on my "nice" sweats this morning. 90 mins at the pediatricians which included several emotional breakdowns and poop all over the table (both courtesy of my 15 month old, not me) resulted in a diagnoses of pink eye. If that wasn't fun enough, another 90 mins and 3 trips to local pharmacies for eye drops that Bella fiercely revolts against. Yes, my daughter had a gourmet dinner of chicken strips and fries while waiting in line at CVS, those McDonalds fries have magical powers. All I want is a glass of red wine however I can’t because I’m incubating another heathen who in a few months will most likely put me thru the same ordeal again.  And happily… I can’t wait, motherhood is an addiction.