It is the first A day of the week (weird way the school has for scheduling classes) and therefore uniform day… which means I have to get Amandya up first thing in the morning (6 am) to “do” her hair (aka… put it in a bun) so she is ‘official’. It always thrills her to have to get up an hour and a half early just to get her hair done, but not enough to learn to do it herself.
This morning I noticed that, for the first time in months, it didn’t hurt to put her hair in the too-tail holder or to push in the bobby pins (why are they called bobby pins??? ). It made me smile.
We talk when I’m doing her hair. Sometimes it is little more than a yawn-grunt on her part… but hey… she IS 15… I’m sometimes glad that she participates that much…
Today I call my rheumy and probably my insurance company (I made my annual deductible… not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing… all things considered… ) about whether the ambulance from er to emergency room will be considered an emergency… will be a busy day on the phone.
I hope this is an omen that it is going to be a good day… I could really use a good day.
A Figment Of Fitness 