Yesterday was huge for my family ~ Julia’s counts came back perfect again, which makes it one whole year with no cancer and no chemo!!! Yowsa!!!
Yesterday was huge for the country ~ whether you like it or not, health care reform was passed. My daughter will never have to hear “Pre-existing condition” when she applies for insurance of her own some day.
But none of this compares to the human drama that was playing out in my kitchen yesterday afternoon! Let me give you the high points and you can connect the dots. My almost 12 year old is in Middle School this year. He has had to suffer through both braces and glasses in the span of 2 months. I really do understand how traumatic this can be and I have given him quite a bit of slack in other areas so he doesn’t feel so rotten about himself. He is also going through a tough time with a former friend and is taking on all the drama that is Tweendom. I thought I was in tune with all of this.
So I was pretty nonchalant about things when I mentioned to him that we would be going to get haircuts for him and his brother that afternoon when he got home. Ladies … where were the warning shots?! I was not prepared for the onslaught of hormonal emotions that followed when it was pointed out to me that the following day was …. PICTURE DAY! I have not experienced a torrent of histrionics like this since I was locked in the psych ward with the patients while I was in nursing school. By the way, in that case, most of the emotional outbursts came from the nursing students and not the medicated patients.
I took 3 Motrin, explained things would be fine and headed out the door with all 3 kids in tow. Thankfully the haircuts went fairly well as we explained EXACTLY what he wanted and ~ Ta-Da! He got it! ~
Headed home and then he had to decide what he would wear. I am still exhausted!