March 18, 2015

This was day three. As I awoke in the early morning hours for my nightly trip to the bathroom, I suddenly remembered what's been taking place as my mind's pilot light  turned on and I was  unable to turn it off.  I hate this.



Left work early to go pick up the kids for their orthodontist appointment.  The kids were pretty excited, I'm not sure why, as pictures were taken of their mouth, and I suddenly remembered painful bands & excruciating spacers being placed in my mouth to prepare me for my orthodontics adventure.  Things have certainly changed since those dark days of metal mouth.  Apparently their braces will be put on right away,  so in a month, my kids will be brace-faces on the same day.



We rushed back to school for teacher's conference which shan't take place until tomorrow,  thus fortunately I was able to get back home and bring the bus to a shop to see about the window. It's a good thing I never attempted to take the panel off because it's much more complicated issue and even the auto glass place didn't have the necessary parts. However, my windows rolled up which is just dandy.




I meant the kids downtown  and, for the first time in a bow 12 years ,we went to Kentucky Fried Chicken per their request.  I saw a boy there and initially thought there was some abuse going on, but after watching,  I saw that this little boy was severely autistic. I used to manage a group home with autistic children and it broke my heart.   We headed home.  The pseudo-chicken was disgusting.  Never, EVER again.



I started working on a paper... I've kind of sunk into depression because 45 days sure is a long time.  Plus I also realize that my kids have spring break next week and I have it the following week so we can't go on a little trip in the past and that makes me very sad.  It's the little things for right now.  Thank god there will be a Hipnic.

Pictures:  Tribe examines the colors they can select for their braces.  I was excited if I got florescent bands; The dew-covered tufts of grass; Interesting cloud shapes; Ethan is creating "clouds" in a plastic bottle with rubbing alcohol and my bike pump.