Yesterday morning Caroline woke up and said she didn’t feel good. But I made her get up, get dressed and sent her off to school because I’ve found that sometimes if you can just get that train up and moving then it all works out. However, this wasn’t the case. She texted me right before lunch to inform she felt terrible and thought she had fever. I told her to go see the nurse but the nurse was gone and wouldn’t be back for a while. Dang.
So I texted back that I’d pick her up but we were going straight to the med clinic. This is my attempt to call her bluff if she’s not really feeling that bad. When she was little and complained about feeling sick, I’d ask if her elbow hurt and if she said yes then I knew she was exaggerating her symptoms. But she’s much more savvy these days so I go with the threat of medical care. And I knew she really felt bad when she agreed that she needed to see the doctor.
The med clinic verified that she is actually sick but it’s viral and just has to run its course and blah, blah, blah that was an expensive co-pay all in the name of trying to call a twelve-year-old’s bluff.
And so I guess we’ll be sitting around the house tomorrow drinking lots of fluids and getting a lot of rest.
On a totally different subject, I feel like this is a good time to share two things that seem to be all over social media that I will not allow to lure me in.
1. The Making of A Murderer
I know. I’m sure it’s awesome. I’m sure I would be appalled at the travesty that is our legal system and want to endlessly debate whether this guy is guilty or whether it was the brother-in-law or second cousin or whatever other theories are out there that I’m not going to pay any attention.
I felt like this swept the internet over Christmas vacation and -oh- I nearly got sucked in just because I hate to not know what people are talking about, but I resisted because I feel like it will only make me angry or depressed or cynical and jaded.
I prefer to only worry about television things like whether or not Robert Crawley has stomach cancer or just a sensitivity to port wine.
2. Those food videos on Facebook
If you’re on Facebook then you know what I’m talking about. They are everywhere all of a sudden. These quick 30 second videos that show you how to make a delicious breakfast six different ways using only oatmeal and your mind. Or how to peel some apples and roll them up in dough to create little apple flowers that look super impressive, yet so easy.
But here’s what I’ve figured out. It all looks so simple because some geniuses have condensed it to 30 seconds of a speeded up process. I could put a car together and show the whole thing in a speeded up thirty-second video and it would look totally doable. And you’d think, “I am so going to put a car together tomorrow!”
(Disclaimer: I actually couldn’t do this because I wouldn’t know how to put a car together if you gave me between now and the end of time. This is just an example. And, granted, not a very good one.)
The thing is that you still have to mix all those ingredients together and slice apples thin enough to look like flowers and roll out dough AND have apricot preserves on hand. And, even then, there’s a good chance that recipe will come out looking broke down.
Of course given that I just managed to mess up a perfectly simple recipe for banana bread earlier this evening, I may just be bitter and cynical.
Which is why I don’t need to add to it by watching Making a Murderer.
Thank you for understanding.