We are HEALED….
…or at least the puking child is healed. It’s 24-hour flu, it appears, as opposed to THE PLAGUE, or some other manner of horrific illness, as she presumed. So far, no one else is puking. Keep your fingers, toes, and assorted body parts crossed.
She was so well that she insisted we go to the mall to spend her birthday money. (I may have mentioned that I am now officially the mother of a teenager, as of September 3.) Since the abovementioned child has always had the tendency to spit pea soup and rotate her head completely around (especially when things aren’t going her way), I think I will survive the teenage years.
Today, we visited the mall to spend the birthday money. THAT was fun.
Saturdays are a very busy day, you know? It’s the weekend, and I think we are SUPPOSED to be relaxing, but it never happens. Daughter number two started off the day with ballet, and then we cleaned, and then the mall, and of course, it was Stormy the Wonder Dog’s doggy beauty parlor day. Today, he is secure in his manhood. He came home without bows. The youngest human child was disappointed.
