Last night I blithely noted on Facebook that Rosey had water stuck in her ear. She's the least whiny of all of them (yes, I include B there!) so when she rolled over (she was in my bed again) at three seventeen this morning and cried because her ear hurt, I figured something was up.
And our doctor's office is closed today - he takes semi-random days off during the summer, which is great because hello, no three week abyss of figuring out who's doing coverage and boo, because do we have a doctor or not today? Anyhoo.
So I'm at work, and expecting to see my kiddles smiling faces (although I'm pretty sure B won't be smiling - being the parent-in-charge and having a sick kid is never fun, and even less so when you've been up on a 24 hour shift the night before and your wife won't stop calling to see what's going on when you have everything under control*) any minute.
Then we'll see what on earth is wrong with R's ear.
*He does. I know he does. I am just more aware of things like brushed hair and clothes that don't look like they were picked out by a drunk person with vertigo. Things I never thought would matter to me but do, somehow, and why am I ashamed of this? They are coming to my workplace, after all.