I’m still kicking myself for being so sick yesterday that I could barely function. My husband had to stay home and take our daughter to her appointment. Poor thing has an ear infection in both ears. Apparently she tripped and fell in the parking lot at the doctor’s office and skinned her knee.
Except she was more upset about tearing her tights. She’s the oddest combination of girlie-girl and tomboy. Priorities of a 3-year-old? I promised her this weekend we would go get her some new tights and she’s begging for green and blue ones (the set torn were black).
I’m just glad that it seems she’s outgrown the febrile seizures. Plus she’s old enough to be able to tell us clearly what hurts.
Though shortly after taking her medication last night, she was bounding up and down the house. This kid doesn’t let much slow her down. Her story about tripping and falling is getting ever more elaborate.
As for me, I’m trying to get back to work, but I can’t seem to focus. Probably not the best idea to be editing, but I feel really bad about missing yesterday and I’m feeling the deadlines looming ever closer. So much to do and so little time…
J.C. Jackson 