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Took both kids to the dentist. Casper got a referral to the orthodonist; she has a "deep bite." Dillo got the real prize, though; one of the teeth that got a pulpotomy and crown when he was 4 is now infected, so he gets amoxicillin for a week and then gets it pulled. The tooth next to it will need to be crowned (capped, at this age; it's not a permanent tooth), because it has an existing cavity and can't support the spacer without being crowned. She thinks it may need a pulpotomy, but she can't be sure until the abscessed tooth is out. Cost for today: $425 (will be mostly reimbursed by insurance, but not for months). Cost for next week: $845. So much for our dreams of a new mattress.

Took elder cat to the vet. Talked about Feliway diffusers for her stress level; talked about switching foods (they recommend Iams hairball control); got blood drawn to look for other things that may be causing occasional puking; had anal glands expressed. I felt very knowledgeable, thanks to Homer and other b.orgian cats. Another visitor to the vet had 5 dogs in for a visit together. Could never be a vet. Or a dog owner.

Dropped cat off at home, went to get sandwiches, Casper started getting stressed out about the next event, which was an open house to meet the principal of the gifted academy, which she is enrolled for. Said freakout expressed itself in a horror of sandwiches. Luckily, the promise of a bacon sandwich on white bread calmed the situation.

The open house was okay. The principal is very experienced, originally from Brooklyn (a plus for me), talked a good game. The PTO/other parents are as obsessively organized as they were at last year's school; this stresses me out and makes me feel small. I am a little worried about Casper underperforming in the gifted academy; she's such a space cadet sometimes. Dillo is enrolled for first grade at the new school (in the same building as the gifted academy, with the same principal), but they have not hired a first grade teacher yet (school starts Aug. 22) and last I heard there are 5 first graders enrolled. So, while the principal is still officially saying that first grade will happen, I am pretty skeptical. Dillo at this point wants to stay at his old school, and we have not told him that there might be a switch, so I guess it's all okay if they cancel first grade at the last minute. It would be a pain to have the kids at 2 different schools, though.

Several really big thunderstorms rolled through at various points during all this. When it wasn't bucketing rain, it was in the 90s and soupy.

I am exhausted.
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Trying to take mr. flea to dinner for his birthday this weekend, and use a gift certificate to local swanky restaurant that we got in April. Emailed and called babysitters, failed, came to work today gloomy, asked desk staff student (so sweet), out of town.

Saw Facebook posting from neighborhood guy (recent college grad taking year off before med school) who is uncle of Casper's old friends the twins from Durham. Asked him if he was free.

He said yes! Felt like rock star of organization! Will manage to go on date with spouse!

Went to spam inbox in email and found email from neighbor teen saying she can babysit. Why went to spam who the hell knows. Frickin' spam.

Now appear to have two babysitters for Saturday night. Argh.

I also have two cat-sitters for next week, but that is actually good, since one of them is the 6 year old across the street who will just drop in and play laser-pointer with Simon at her whim. He needs a lot of attention, that little frisker, and she loves him.
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By 8:30, Casper had finally learned to ride a two-wheeler bike.

By 9:45, Casper had lost her 8th tooth. (I pulled it out for her!)

By 10:15, Michael returned from a quick run to the pet store to buy cat food with an adolescent cat. Simon is male, 6 months old, healthy except for some conjunctivitis under treatment. Voila:

fluffy tail
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The cat's anal glands have been expressed by someone not me. This alone makes it a good day.

I also got a super-short haircut:
new hair

On the down side, as I walked to Brightleaf, a drunken guy outside of Devine's slurred, "I don't know if you're a boy or a girl." I refrained from replying, "Just look at my ass."

Am now contemplating the next decluttering project - under the kitchen sink?

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