One of those days...

It's hard not to feel discouraged sometimes. The Impertinent Daughter has strep... again. This is the seventh time since November. In fact, she's been getting it like clockwork, around the first of every month. I've been racking my brain trying to think of what it is around the first of every month that would, I don't know, drive her resistance down, or what we do different, where do we go... but so far, it eludes me.

Her pediatrician, Dr. V., has speculated that it was a child or adult at her school that had undiagnosed strep and was just reinfecting everyone. "In fact, Auntie," she said as she watched Miss Priss slumped in misery last month on the treatment table, "I wouldn't be surprised if she gets it around Memorial day... but I WILL be surprised if she gets it around the first week of July."
"Why is that?" I asked, though I already suspected the answer.
"Because she'll still be dealing with her exposure in school around Memorial Day, but by July, she'll have been out of school for a month. If she gets it then, then we need to do some serious talking about where to go next."


Frustration.

So... here I am, trying not to grind my teeth. Miss Priss is in bed, running 102 and not interested in anything at all, not even reading the latest "Gregor the Overlander" book. Sir Edmund Hilarity, our giant Siamese cat, is curled up with her, purring his lovesong to her and trying to soothe her in his own way. And all I can really do is give her Advil, and crush ice for her to suck on. Make endless cups of Throat Soother's tea with liberal dollops of honey, along with cautious kisses (Let's face it, I don't want strep! I have to take care of everybody, I can't get sick! Moms cannot get sick, it's a Law of the Universe, and I don't want to get cited again!) and keeping the Impossible Son out of her hair. He wants to take care of her, not realizing his care is driving her nuts.

Doesn't help that she's hormonal. Oh, yes, did I mention? The big P is hovering over our house. Yes, the Impertinent Daughter is going through Puberty. We had to go buy a couple of bras last night, because all of a sudden >poing!< there they were! Nipples! I had noticed them a while back, but she noticed them yesterday morning when she got dressed and realized they were visible through her shirt. Not a happy camper. Yay for athletic bras. It made her happy.

Now, to just get her through this bout of strep. And ...groan... we have to buy new toothbrushes...AGAIN!! Oh, maybe I'll just go huddle in the corner and write some slash or something. That's productive, right? No one will notice, right? Anybody want to help crush ice? Anyone?

Keeping it sane....

Auntie