Last night, Rowan's eczema flared up badly and she was scratcing herself to ribbons. I had to put more salve on and a long sleeved vest with tights, and even then she didn't sleep. Just scratching, and crying, and crying, and scratching. I was up all night with her.
We had a phone call from the police first thing. They are coming to interview Jenna about the bullying she is getting from some local children. It has gotten that serious.
Then we tried to take Rowan to the walk in clinic. The queue was two hours long, so they sent us to a different clinic. The waiting time at the second clinic was three hours long. So we pretty much went to grab some lunch with Em and Connor, and have now come home to wait in for the police.
As we were leaving Emma's house, Morgan tripped over her own feet and has grazed EVERY PART of her little face.
I am so done with today. Bring on tomorrow!