for the past few months, missabella has been treated every two weeks for a mild case of molluscum. and by treated I mean that we schlep her to the dermatologist so Dr. Dots can burn them off, which, you know, is always fun. especially when Isabella screams the entire house down because it hurts. and especially when one in her armpit leads to a high fever and staph infection. oh yes, fun. (say it collectively now…only you, Ali)
couple this with the fact that on Sunday morning, both girls had their Vibe end-of-year finales
and on Sunday night, Emily had her first performance of The Sound of Music.
(Emily is the one in the middle, in the habit) (which, double points for me for making her look exactly like a nun)
(and, of course, there are tons more pics and video on flickr)
and couple this with the fact that my mother was in town. Now, lest you think I am a horrible and ungrateful child, I was thrilled that my mother and my brother flew in for the weekend to see the girls perform. and I was thrilled that my mother and I got to spend some time together (which means there was shopping, of course) but my mother is the world’s biggest hypochondriac. I swear. at exactly 47 times over the weekend, she gasped, “ARE YOU OKAY?” which, you know, when you are doing nothing but coming down a flight of steps, can get, well, grating.
she asked when I dropped a spoon. she asked when I had to pee during the Vibe recital. she asked when I was doing the dishes. she asked when I was doing nothing but sitting. ARE YOU OKAY?!??
so, it didn’t help when Isabella’s crying and fever led my mother, the hypochondriac, to say “she’s obviously got impetigo. and she’s obviously got staph infection. you need to take her to the ER”
WHAT?
we did call our best friend dr. jack and we took our screaming child over there. and, as it turns out. my mother was right. staph infection. so, while YES, I had to hang my head and say “yes mom, you are right” I am holding my ground that she was wrong about her assessment that there are more children with nut allergies in Canada than the US because of all the inbreeding in Canada. I swear, she said this. and you know, once she decides that something is fact, she is not going to back down on it, even if proven wrong (the stubborn is strong with us)
and you can probably guess how tired I am this morning. You can probably also guess how much weight I have gained this weekend (hint: 5 pounds) because, alas, I don’t need Oprah to tell me that I am an emotional eater. I mean, hell, I ate ice cream on sunday afternoon. and I don’t even like ice cream. but he does…
my next performance…another showing of the Sound of Music tonight!
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