Damnit.

We just cancelled the Squid's second birthday party on account of pinkeye. Which meant three hours tonight at the weekend clinic, a wasted day today of non-stop baking and icing, and no visit with my parents or our friends tomorrow. Of course, I'm way more disappointed than the Squid - he got to stay up two hours past his bedtime and his Lolo and Lola are here, so he's golden. He doesn't even know what a birthday is, yet, and he'll have cake and presents tomorrow, so it's no big deal, really. I was just looking forward to it for my own reasons.