Kiss My Knits!

Em’s hayfever is in full swing. I’ve bought an air purifier, am drying the clothes in the dryer instead of hanging them out, and am basically letting Em do what she always wants to do anyway, which is hang around the house and do nothing. Like mother like daughter.

Her allergy is to oak pollen. It affects me some years too, but not this year and not like her, poor kid. We have a giant oak tree in the back yard so it’s hard to get away from. Claritin or the other long-lasting medications seem to have no effect on either of us, so mainly we take preventive measures and suffer.

I sent her to school this morning, sniffling and tanked up on Bendryl, with instructions to the teacher to treat it like an illness and call me if she thinks Em needs to come home. If she’s not learning anything, then she might as well not learn it here in our hermetically sealed bubble.

Em drew this picture this morning and is giving it to a girl in another class whom she wants to get to know better. I’ve blurred out her last name and her teacher’s last name, just in case. First she left off the final line and said, “This will show Yohayra that I want to be her friend.” Then, while brushing her teeth, she came tearing out of the bathroom and added the final line. I think that was a good call. It’s kind of a “If you liked Cats, you’ll LOVE Les Mis!” sales pitch, but bashful. It worked on me – I like Em, so now I want to know who this Allyson kid is who’s so similar to my girl.

I’m off to run some really quick errands before coming home and staying by the phone, just in case.