I was just saying something to my husband the other day about sending flowers to his Grandma who broke some bones of hers and is now living in a nursing home. So it didn't surprise me when, out of the blue, she called us - looking for Thor's mom. His Grandma has only called us a couple of times in the past, to thank us for Christmas gifts so it was weird that she'd call here looking for her daughter when she could have called her other grandchildren who live in the area instead.
I'm an out-of-tune Miss Cleo. Perhaps if I could tweak the esp I could have me a 1 800 number.
So when my son said the other day "How come everyone in this house is sick but me?" (forgetting that I wasn't sick but what do I know, I'm just a mom) I figured he was setting himself up for an illness.
I was not surprised when less than an hour later he came to me to show me a brand spanking new ingrown toenail.
Dumb dude cannot quit biting his own toenails. Even though it's a painful procedure, getting that nail cut.
He's got an appointment in just a couple of hours.
I don't know if he'll ever learn. Which scares me because homie got his driver's permit this morning. We had the proper ID and the right information and forms. Oh, and I DID have to be there to sign something. Why can't people get this straight? Also? If you live in the twin cities? The best time to go for your permit is in the morning, when the lines are shorter. But the best time to go for your road test is in the afternoon, when THAT line is shorter.
Bring your mom. Bring your school ID. Bring your birth certificate. Bring your card that says you're enrolled in a behind the wheel class. Bring cash. Wear comfortable shoes. Wear a hoop skirt so as to keep people at a sort of comfortable distance because, my lord, people stand just too frickin' close for my comfort.
It's time we brought back the Hoop Skirt!
I took the youngest over to the high school this afternoon. So he could take another look at where his classes are. I also wanted him to know where the nurse's office was and to meet with the nurse, to discuss his stomach issues and need to stop by occasionally. She was incredibly kind and I think made him feel comfortable for future need. Although he said it was a really awkward conversation, I think it helps when the ice is broken beforehand.
I'd say something about being the only one in our family not needing a doctor right now but we know that would just make me sick by tomorrow.
p.s. Thanks for the great advice and empathy about mom the other day. I especially liked Brent's idea: Valium. I don't know if he meant for me to give it to mom or take it myself. I figure if we both take it, everyone's a winner!
2:34 p.m. - August 30, 2006
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