Normalcy? If I promise to be nice, will you come back?

It's just a little disconcerting get your child out of her crib first thing in the morning, give a couple kisses and discover a million tiny red bumps all over her body.

Because that's how my day started. And since I tend to overreact just a little, I struggled to not immediately begin googling "little red dots, possible rash, hasn't been to Africa but could this be deadly??"

Madeline was sick again over the weekend, better yesterday and then broke out in a rash today.

So we scheduled another trip to the doctor and had another experience with the horrific diaper-pee-bag contraption to see if she had another UTI. We waited seven, count 'em, SEVEN hours for her to pee.

It was a long day. I would be lying if I said I didn't check in on Angie and MckMama several times today for a little perspective. Stellan had his 17th day in the hospital and the Smiths are commemorating the one-year anniversary of Audrey's birth and death.

And me? I was just spending my day waiting for my cranky, irritated, miserable, yet overall healthy daughter to pee.

It finally ended when I did the unthinkable: I called my cousin, explained that we were driving nearby and wanted to come in so Madeline could be distracted by new toys and some young kids and hopefully pee.

Yes, I wanted to:

• invite myself over (a major no-no)
• arrive within just a few minutes since we were driving by (again, something I never do)
  
• in hopes that my daughter would pee in her house (my mom didn't teach me this one but I'm guessing this is also something I shouldn't ask of others)

Aren't you glad you didn't get that call?

Thankfully, Christina immediately yes without fully understanding what or why I was desperately asking to come over and (thank you Lord!) the plan worked. After a few minutes of watching Cohen play Wii and playing with his toys, she finally peed. And I wondered why I didn't do this at 10 a.m. instead of 3 p.m.

If it were on my life to-do list to leave a friend's home in a euphoric state of glee while holding a bag of urine, I could then call my afternoon an accomplishment and check it off my list.

In the end, the pee checked out perfectly healthy so our doctor thinks she reacted to that wonderful bubblegum amoxicillin which tasted so good when it hit her lips. (Name that movie for double friend bonus points. Actually, triple friend bonus points if you've made it this far.)

Hopefully, hopefully, we'll be getting back to normalcy soon. And I'll do my best to not drop of the face of Planet Blog. My apologies that you waited a week for an update and instead got a post which mentioned "pee" seven times. (Oops, now it's eight.)