part one: i get out a little
picked up the daughter-person, we go to apply for her passport, me to sign an affadavit that i know she was really born here — it asks me, how do you know? i answer, somewhat snarkily i fear, i am her mother, and i was there. she bribes me with coffee to take her to visit a friend at work, we get coffee, and visit. (update: picture from coffee place)
… i drop her off, and go to …
part two: trader joes!
whoa. i had forgotten what a wonderland trader joe’s really is. i went for milk thistle, i always keep a stock on hand, it’s the one nice thing i do for my liver. end up roaming the aisles, happily wide-eyed at the array of wonderful things. i exercise extreme budgetary self control and only buy two extra things: creamy corn soup, and a bottle of very green juice. yummy healthy things. make mental note to go back when i’m not so broke, come home and …
part three: whoopsie
arrive home to find kid looking quite ill — you can see it in his eyes, they lack their customary sparkle. he seems a bit warm, so baby tylenol, and then … oh no. he makes a big rush, inexplicably bypassing the bathroom (heading for the kitchen?) and pukes pink tylenol puke right at the edge of the laundry room, inches from linoleum. some sort of mysterious murphy’s law of kid puke at work here.
(please let him be well by morning. not sick on halloween! no!)