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I am so glad it’s Thursday but I’m not sure how this week has gone by so fast. Caroline started feeling bad late Sunday night and ended up coming home from school early on Monday, going to school late on Tuesday and missing school altogether on Wednesday. I finally took her to the doctor on Wednesday afternoon because I became convinced she had strep since her complaints were a sore throat, stomachache, and a headache. However, the strep test came back negative. Although the pediatrician said we were his tenth patient of the day with strep-like symptoms that weren’t strep. And so it’s the dreaded virus that has to run its course.
So I guess the virus has taken up a good chunk of my week in between not watching the Vice-Presidential debate because I can’t even with all the yelling and interrupting. I’ve also spent some time wondering about our current national obsession with clowns. I feel like I missed a piece of this puzzle somewhere. I’ve always found clowns to be a little creepy but it’s become an epidemic. Meanwhile, we have an insane Presidential election going on and a hurricane about to hit but THE CLOWNS.
Oh. And also Kim Kardashian getting robbed in her hotel room and Angelina Jolie and her kids in therapy over her divorce from Brad Pitt. These are the news headlines.
But, most importantly, several of you asked to see Caroline’s periodic table shirt and so here it is.
She wore it to school on Tuesday and said it was okay but some people had tie-dyed shirts. However, I think in today’s social climate tie-dye could be a risky choice because what if someone sees all those bright colors and mistakes you for a clown?
Today also happens to be P’s 46th birthday. I reminded Caroline yesterday that it was almost his birthday and she said, “Wow, you and Dad are really getting old”. I wanted to correct her, but then I remembered that P has an appointment with both the dentist and the podiatrist on his birthday and, well, if you’re spending any part of your birthday at the podiatrist then that’s a low.
However, I am so thankful for him and for his 46 years. Even if his teeth and feet aren’t as good as they once were. Happy Birthday, P! We love you!