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1. Yesterday when I was picking the girls up from school, Fiona told me they had a hurricane drill at Pre-K. Then she said, "And we had another kind of drill, too." Emma looked at me in the rear view mirror and mouthed, "Probably active shooter." Fiona said, "We had to turn off the lights and get on the floor in the corner. That's in case somebody comes into the school and wants to hurt us." I said, "I don't think you need to be worried about that, Fi." She said, "But I am worried. What if somebody wants to come into the school and hurt us?" And I had no real, meaningful response to that. Being a parent sucks sometimes.
2. I got a call from pre-k this morning that Fi had face planted on the sidewalk and I needed to come pick her up. Her upper lip is shredded and swollen; her teeth are possibly fucked up. We're going to the dentist at 2:30. Her clothes were all bloodstained. I realized when I dropped to my knees to hug her that it was my fault she even fell; today was wear pajamas day, and I saw that her pj pants are too long which doesn't matter when she's just sleeping in them but totally matters when she's running in them on the playground. She's fine; even if her teeth are fucked up, she's fine. They're baby teeth. But OMG, my heart.
3. I read a boring book.
The Warden by Anthony Trollope
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
This is so boring. So, so, boring. No witty language. No humor. Nothing at all of interest.
The basic plot is a suit over whether the warden of a property that's being used to maintain 12 indigent men should receive an exorbitant income for that position; the suit is abandoned, but the warden resigns his job anyway because he's a good man who wonders if the suit perhaps had a point.
I read this so I can read Barchester Towers which follows The Warden, and now reading Barchester Towers is the absolute last thing I want to do.
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2. I got a call from pre-k this morning that Fi had face planted on the sidewalk and I needed to come pick her up. Her upper lip is shredded and swollen; her teeth are possibly fucked up. We're going to the dentist at 2:30. Her clothes were all bloodstained. I realized when I dropped to my knees to hug her that it was my fault she even fell; today was wear pajamas day, and I saw that her pj pants are too long which doesn't matter when she's just sleeping in them but totally matters when she's running in them on the playground. She's fine; even if her teeth are fucked up, she's fine. They're baby teeth. But OMG, my heart.
3. I read a boring book.
The Warden by Anthony TrollopeMy rating: 1 of 5 stars
This is so boring. So, so, boring. No witty language. No humor. Nothing at all of interest.
The basic plot is a suit over whether the warden of a property that's being used to maintain 12 indigent men should receive an exorbitant income for that position; the suit is abandoned, but the warden resigns his job anyway because he's a good man who wonders if the suit perhaps had a point.
I read this so I can read Barchester Towers which follows The Warden, and now reading Barchester Towers is the absolute last thing I want to do.
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