Will it ever end?

We have thrush. Sigh. Stupid tooth. Stupid antibiotics. Kyle is at the store right now buying lotrimin, vinegar, bleach, yogurt, and gripe water (if he can find any). The past few evenings have been really rough - total crankiness from about 7 to 10. Now I know why, I guess. Though I'm still leaning towards the dreaded C word because of the timing. I guess we'll see after we clear up the yeast issue. Poor Kyle. Poor Mallory. Her temperament isn't making for very good father-daughter time :(