Thursday, March 20, 2014

Uneasy in the unknown

As is every Spring Breaker's dream, we made our every few months trek to the allergist's office to try and figure out if they have chiseled away anymore mess to get to what has made our oldest have such weird health issues and reactions. Anyone who sees any kind of specialist knows, the word "specialist" really means 2hour+ wait. Luckily we came armed with ipads and books and my phone to try and keep people occupied during the wait. We really didn't need any of it out in the waiting room. A lady and her 9 year old daughter shared their piercing and tattooing history with the whole waiting room at top volume. Even though the child was too young for conventional tattooing, the artists not working on her mother gave her Sharpie sleeve work every time she went in to wait. They did share that the 9 year old had lots of piercings and not all in her ears. Luckily S was called back and we didn't have time to sit and think exactly where a child would be pierced other than ears. No answers were found this round, but the two youngers documented their feelings about sitting there all morning:



The boy is crazy, but I felt his pain. I just couldn't visually demonstrate it as he did. After escaping the office and getting lunch, we changed clothes and headed to the dog park to wear out, well, everybody. It worked and we got to see the agile jumping and footwork of a beautiful border collie mix that practically flew when she went after her frisbee. I hope Copper was taking notes.

The kids are all worn out and in bed. The girls are probably in bed together watching something on Netflix. The boy? Wiped I am sure. I am finishing up to get ready and watch Scandal. I don't plan on sleeping for a while. Night, Gladiators. Have a good sleep.


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