Kids + Strep = TV

A couple days ago I was going to lay down the law and keep my kids from the TV in an attempt to foster their creativity.

It was a grand idea with an even grander demise.

We spent Friday morning at the pediatrician's office confirming my suspicions that Kendra has strep throat. Here were my clues: Kendra told me multiple times that her throat was ON FIRE. And she had a fever. And she had a monster headache that wouldn't go away. And she TOOK A NAP on Thursday afternoon. I don't think that child has napped since 2001.

Kendra felt somewhat better upon hearing the diagnosis, because at least she knew her non-merciful mother was actually trying to take care of her. And she felt remarkably better after popping a few horse-sized doses of Amoxicillin.

So Mommy showed mercy by letting her watch Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses.

Now it's Sunday morning and Caelyn is feeling poorly, too. No fever, but she woke us up in the middle of the night and said her throat hurt. I'm debating whether I should take her to the extremely kid-friendly weekend pediatric clinic that hands out popsicles or whether I should just wait until tomorrow and try to get into our regular doctor for the strep test. I'm fairly certain Caelyn will have strep, too, considering she and Kendra shared a drink on Thursday.

Caelyn and I stayed home from church and she's lying in a pathetic heap on the couch watching Fetch with Ruff Ruffman. Apparently my TV experiment was doomed from the start. I'll try again when everyone's healthy.