I now have two kids who are grounded until Christmas. (Names withheld to protect the so very guilty.) And probably later, because I'm sure they'll do something else between now and then.
We went back-to-school shoe shopping today. It was every bit as horrible as last year. Minus Cheer getting to second base with a mannequin at Old Navy, because at least I learned something in the past year. How old do my kids have to be to actually behave in public? Because I would have THOUGHT we would be there already.
Shout also had a follow up appointment with Dr. Blood this morning. He started off the conversation by saying, "Well, she's a bit of a mystery." You can probably guess that's not the first time I've heard that.
She has something, but they don't know what yet. It's not hemophilia. Unless it's hemophilia type C, which is not actually hemophilia. I think. Or something. You see, I brought a snack and drinks and a change of clothes and books and toys and forget A PEN. And? PAPER. But either way that one almost always occurs in Ashkenazi Jews, which last I checked, she wasn't one.
On the other hand, when most conversations with medical professionals start out with "Well, she's a bit of a mystery," maybe the next time they'll tell me she really IS an Ashkenazi Jew, because at this point, not much would surprise me with her. (And it would save me a lot of money in Catholic schooling, I'm thinking. Which I would need to treat the hemophilia. C.)
I do know that she tripped and skinned her knee at the pool the other day and it looked like someone sacrificed an animal right there on the pool deck. There was blood everywhere. Including embedded in the sequins on her platform sandals. (Which is how she tripped to begin with. My bad. But they are so cute.)
I do know one thing. Whether she is an Ashkenazi Jew or not, she better not be falling in love with any vampires.
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Thank you for saying that your kids are also behaving horribly. Mine just really, really, really need to not be with each other every second of every day. Which is great timing as we are leaving for a family vacation Monday.
Still thinking good thoughts for Shout. No vampires: good call.
Poor thing. Hope they figure it out soon.
And my kids? I can't take them out in public. Ever. It's so time for them to go back to school.
Oh, what a cutie! And, yeah, I'm sorry, but even my 16-year-olds still need to be given The Look in public. Not often, but more than one would think.
Why did I think only boys could have hemophilia? Or is it only passed through the paternal line? Either way, hope the mystery is solved ASAP.
We had it out with the 14 year old last night over the stupid summer homework the high school assigned. He didn't read the assignment, just knew he had to read "a book" and chose the wrong genre and now he's so mad because he read a book that he didn't have to (?) and says he doesn't have time to read a whole 'nother book in one week (??), FFS, and GAH he's going to start high school with his very first grade a 0 and he doesn't seem to CARE. What am I doing wrong??? I'd trade every bit of that for a skinned knee. Seriously.
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