The sound of the girl singing in the shower at the top of her lungs gives me a strong hint that I possibly didn't need to drop everything at work and drive to pick her up from school when she called this afternoon and said she was sick and couldn't possibly make it until the end of the day. Live and learn.
My appointment with Dr. C was uneventful Wednesday, which is just how we like it. I had a weird episode with pain in my ribs, which led to an x-ray and a second afternoon at the doctor's office. Internally, I became completely convinced my scan results must have been all wrong while I outwardly tried to convince everyone it was nothing. Turns out bruised ribs are surprisingly painful, but also no big deal.
If you can believe the news, a weather apocalypse is approaching and we just might have a snow day this week. Well, an apocalypse or an inch of snow which is the same thing in Tennessee.
We had our annual MLK talk last night in which Brian and I try to dig a little deeper on a kid-friendly level about racism and what that looks like. I cry through the I Have a Dream speech and MLK quotes every single year. I feel like we talk about this topic often; it certainly takes up a whole lot of my head space on a daily basis, but maybe we haven't been as clear as I thought since Rory thought the white people were the slaves. My consolation that we haven't been as negligent in talking about this as Rory's viewpoint might lead you to believe was Camden's explanation of how different nationalities are like different chapters in a book and you would never not read all the chapters in a book. This makes perfect sense to his book-loving nature.
Liz, Addison, Rory, and I went to see Cinderella at the Nashville Children's Theater last week. It was adorable, and the group of moms/grandma/daughters in front of us brought extra tiaras, which was incredibly sweet. It was a super fun girl's night. We were even on the 3rd row, which was a first for me at live theater.
18/366: paper football
19/366: wishing Grandma happy birthday