Cleanup in aisle seven

We have jammie day around here at least once a week. It's tradition. It's easy. It's warm and cozy. This week it also proved to be embarrassing. Sam had been a little "off" Tuesday afternoon but it wasn't until bedtime that he spiked a fever of 102.9. That's when I started wondering if the multiple trips to the bathroom meant he had a bladder infection. Brian takes the car on Wednesdays so if I was going to have this checked out I had to do it that night. So off to UrgentCare we we went. We got in within 15 minutes and 15 minutes later learned that he had strep. Didn't see that one coming.
The nearest pharmacy closed in 10 minutes so I hustled my tired and feverish boy off to get some amoxacilian - in his jammies and not just any jammies....but green jammies...covered in.....pink flowers. It seemed wasteful to not use hand-me-down pajamas that were the right size just because they were meant for girls. Nobody was looking at them anyway when he started puking all over me while we waited for our prescription to be filled.