What. The. Hell. Week Two.

My futile attempts to contribute to the Ford Family Fund led me to a job interview yesterday for a small catering company. I figured $25 per delivery would be a way to get some dinero, still get some writing done and take a teeny step out of our seemingly endless financial pergatory. Hopefully I would dodge the fun of last week's Valentine's Day mommy-has-to-work-let's-all-get-sick. Yeah right.
On the way home from the successful interview and commitment to shadow a driving for the next two days I get a call from the school. "Your son has a head to toe rash, you need to pick him up."
After a trip back to the ped it appears that he has had a reaction to the strep antibiotic. nice. But he is back at school today, splotches and all.
I ask you again..
Is someone trying to tell me something?
ps. day one of no smoking. Encouragement please!