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Memorial Day 2020: The Family Gathers, an F150, and I Yelp about Social Distancing

Hey. It’s the Tuesday after what has probably been a quiet Memorial Day weekend for many of us (if you, though, are reading this not from your living room couch but from a crowded beach, please know a] I’m mad at you because SOCIAL DISTANCING, and b] I’m jealous of you because BEACH). I noticed this weekend that I managed to mess up Cian’s buzz cut last week (shocked, are you?): there’s a strip of hair above the nape of his neck that’s noticeably longer than any of the hair above it. Which means that as it grows he’s going to get a mullet. Which means that I am never, ever, ever touching the hair on that boy’s head with clippers ever again. He’ll just have to learn how to braid. I made Mom’s deviled eggs again yesterday. They tasted more like how she used to make them, and that made me happy. (My sister-in-law made key lime pie. That, too = happy.) I’m reading Emma Straub’s All Adults Here. I love her books, and…

Well, This Looks Familiar

I don’t even know how to describe this weekend, except to keep it as short and sweet as I can (HARD. so hard. Long-winded, I am). And especially after my last description of household illness, if I describe anything else to you that’s remotely like that, you’re going to unfollow me as quickly as I can say “grab the bucket!” And yet. My life. Friday, we had a two-hour delay for the girls’ school, which means that I was set to make six trips back and forth for drop-off and pick-up in the space of six hours. I thought that was going to be the toughest part of the day (oh, the universe loves “perspective,” doesn’t it?), except… Hives. Cian woke up with a single hive under his chin. By 8:30, I noticed them on his hands. By 9 they were popping up on his ears, and by 10 o’clock they covered his entire body. At lunchtime I was on the phone with the doctor, and by 2:30 we were in the car to the office. Bad allergic…