So we have good news and we have bad news today.
The bad news is that the new, potentially miraculous medication Chickadee finally agreed to try is making her sick as a dog. I stupidly started her on it on Friday, figuring it would give her the weekend to adjust, not realizing it meant we’d have to go the whole weekend before I could call the doctor if she had problems. Now I’m waiting for a call back and my kid probably should’ve stayed home from school today but was all, “I HAVE TO GO BECAUSE I CANNOT MISS MARCHING BAND OR I CAN’T MARCH AT THE GAME AND I’LL BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE AND P.S. I THINK I’M GONNA BARF.” Not fun.
The good news is that Monkey had a superfantabulous first day at Hippie School and it certainly seems that he has found His People. He had a doctor’s appointment this morning and he kept saying, “Can we GO? I’m missing SCHOOL!” So the children are sticking to their time-honored tacit agreement with me that I can only deal with one crisis at a time, in other words.
While I worry about my girl and dance in little victory-laps around the house about my boy, you can hop on over to Off Our Chests today to read about how the injustice of not being seen clearly started early in my life, and it’s still something I struggle with even today.