Over the weekend I seemed to have developed a nice case of mastitis. Exciting, no? Especially for someone who weaned their baby (toddler) 2 1/2 weeks ago. I'm on an antibiotic starting today that leaves a nasty taste in my mouth, which is awesome. Thankfully I only have to take it 4 times a day for a week.
If you follow me on twitter or are my Facebook friend, you may have seen my tweet from earlier about daycare. When I walked in this afternoon to pick up Gabbie, I noticed a cloud forming near the ceiling above the sign-in table. Upon closer inspection the nearly 5-foot diameter cloud of smoke was coming from a scorched-looking light fixture. Awesome. So, I went into the baby room and told the teacher, who then pulled the fire alarm and took the remaining babies outside where all of the other children were playing already. I asked if they needed anything, but they had it under control so Gabbie and I hightailed it home.
Once we got here, I decided to check my email, where I was informed that they had discovered asbestos tile in the toddler room (they're recarpeting and retiling this week), which is safe now, but which will be removed on Wednesday. They're going to relocate the kids for the week, but I think I'll keep Gabbie home anyway. Just one of those things, I guess, and my mom and Aaron both agreed with me. My mom is thankfully willing to come and provide childcare, but still. This week is pretty much a wash from the get-go. And I'm sick enough that I just want to crawl in bed anyway, but all of this makes me want to bury my head under the pillow and hide.