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Back in the Day ...

Three apathetics, an angry and a whatever.

I call bullshit. I'm not good at tests, obviously.

And I am counting the minutes until I can get on that damn bus and see my hive-covered child. (yes, she still has hives, poor baby)

We will be making pumpkins and bats tonight out of construction paper. That is, if she isn't too benadryl head to do so.

She is going to be a cheerleader for Halloween. It's more fun to me than Christmas. Spoookyyy goblin.

Her first halloween she was a baby goblin. Then she was a biker baby, complete with leather pants, I love Mommy tattoos, and motorcycle boots. Then she was Shaft with her leather pants, black turtleneck, and black leather trench coat. Then she was Jackie Chan (see below).

So this year she wants to be a cheerleader. I'm like, what about being an astronaut or a mad scientist - no. She wants to be a cheerleader. Perhaps it is because my sister is a crazy Texans fan and she dresses up to every game. Anyway, maybe I can talk her into being a spooky cheerleader or something wicked like that.

She wore her boo t-shirt to school this morning.

She is after all my mini-me. We must celebrate Halloween all month.

The story on the hives ...

I spoke too soon. 7am in mid-October. Already was 80 degrees. Fuck. Nasty.

This afternoon, we are getting up to the 90s.

Nothing else in my life right now is write worthy. Except that Zoe scared the crap out of me last night.

Those fucking commercials for the small-pox-scare tv show. Zoe woke up with hives. All over her stomach, armpits, neck, and legs. It was 1am. They turned off my cell phone (for lack of payment - go figure...), and I was panicking. I was worried that it was something serious like measles or whatever.

Thank God the mom instinct kicked in (although damnit, I never did find the calamine (sp?) lotion). I threw her in the shower. Armed with benadryl, mom's old t-shirt, and some anti-itch cream, I drugged her up, slathered her in ointment, put her in my big t-shirt, and prayed for the rest of the night. I was pretty sure it was a reaction to the detergent I used yesterday at my sister's house. It's Tide from now until the end of time.

Seriously. God helped me out there. Because I sure couldn't afford to miss work/go to the pediatrician. By the morning, her welts were gone. Although she woke up with a major case of Benadryl head.

I love that kid. Man, I love her so much.

That's enough for now. I'm tired of being the bitch. And I'm tired of being anyone else's bitch.

Posted by debutaunt at October 19, 2004 04:32 PM | TrackBack