Did I take them on Friday? NOOOO. I went to the Museum of Natural History with 3 children to meet up with Susan but then I never found her because there were 7 million people at the Museum of Natural History. And every single one of them wanted a picture of their whiny kids (and only THEIR whiny kids) in front of the Mastodon. And they wanted the ENTIRE mastodon in the picture so that meant that they needed to stand 40 feet away. Did I mention that they did not want any of MY children in their posterity picture?
You should know that my children are going to be the Where’s Waldo of about 80 DC vacation photo albums this year because they just don’t abide by that craziness. There should just be a line like the one for the Hope Diamond where everyone gets an unobstructed flash photo where nothing is in focus but you also don’t have Nate smiling wildly at you since he is my strange child and not yours.
So we didn’t make it to the barbers until Saturday afternoon. The chick had barely taken a #2 to the back of Nate’s head when she screamed. Yes, there was a HUGE TICK stuck in his head. Tick removal is not included in haircuts at this place so I had to do it myself. He had a huge welt and then I knew for SURE he had Lyme.
K: Do I call the ped?
D: Do you want to call the ped?
K: What are you, a shrink? I’m asking for your opinion.
D: I don’t know.
K: Eh, I’ll wait until Monday. Why bother them on a Saturday?
But then he took a nose dive off of the lawn mower into the concrete and I thought that maybe we could get a two-fer at the ER. But the huge knot on his skull went down to a mere bump after 70 minutes and we decided to blow the whole thing off. No vomiting? Check. No zoning out? Well, it’s Nate we are talking about here. It depends. Let’s just say no more zoning out than usual.
So now he has no concussion but he probably has Lyme. I can’t win here, people.Share on Facebook