The Girl wants us to have our hair done * together*.

I must confess, my hair looks like The Bride Of Frankenstein, but much well less coiffed.

MY only *no* is that I do not want to walk out of the beauty parlour with short, curly, blue hair.

She agrees.

We shall see.

Today I received a shot of cortisone in my buttocks.

I have been crying since that moment, reminds one very much of being pregnant.

The Baby took off for camp today…4 days.

She has never been away from home, sans siblings,

Do I fuss and worry.

What do you think ?

As per agreement, Penny and Kevin left the evening of September 3.

All things considered, it went pretty well, except I was rather shocked at how much food 4 teenagers consume.

I really came to like Kevin very much indeed, a sweet, polite young man.

Enough said.

But it is nice to just be back in our little private nest once more.

So, today I take The Baby to the DR. She has some sort of persistent urinary tract infection. Not The Dr., The Baby.

I explain carefully to The Baby what will happen. What I did not know was that there was going to be a spread your legs exam.

On the plus side, it was a woman GP. On the negative side, Baby went bird shit.

So bird shit, in fact, that the Dr., in all of her wisdom, suspects…oh, come on, take a wild guess, won’t you.

Baby is fine now, I pick up the antibiotics in a few hours.

Now, once more, take a wild guess : how is Mommy Dearest here doing ?

Is she seeing all of these red flags appearing in some file of a rather Germanic bureaucratic nature ?

Or is she simply being her usual mountain out of a mole hill sort of person ?