See Mama run.
See Mama run after her marbles, which are scattering quickly.
The girl and I were sprung, and after several more days of rest at home she went back to school. She’s doing well, recuperating, but the few pounds she lost leave her stretch pants falling off.
Speaking of girls’ clothes, a friend dropped off a large bag of hand me downs for her. I appreciate them, hand me downs make life easier when you’re trying to keep three kids clothed. But why is it that for so much of little girls’ clothing, the only appropriate accessory would be a pole? Seriously. Words written in rhinestones across the butt, tank tops with gathering designed to maximize non-existent boobies…Hello?! Why don’t we just go ahead and hand out g-strings and pasties at their tenth birthday parties?
I haven’t written one creative word, and feel like I’d be hard pressed to come up with other than a garbled 500 word stream of consciousness.
The tank survived my absence, but much like Mama, don’t look too close. The zoas have gotten some type of fungus, so about half of them “melted” away. I have kept it in check with Vit C dosing, and started dipping them this morning in a reef dip that’s mostly iodine. Hopefully I’ll save what’s left. The tang has ich, I’ve been soaking the fish food in garlic, which seems to have stopped her from getting worse, and the other fish look totally fine.
I’m now waiting to hear if the middle guy has been invited to the third and final round of the middle school application process, the private interview. Hopefully the letter will be in the mail today.
*******ETA: YES!! Got the letter, he’s been invited for the third round!!!!*********
I’m keeping my head down and sticking to one day at a time. Most importantly, tonight is Friday Night Madness. 😉
Happy Friday All!