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It’s currently quarter after ten and Isobel’s bedtime refusal has reached an all-time latest hour, ever. I could be super pissed, but instead, I’ve just kind of given up. Parenting at it’s finest.
Could be the half of a (VEGAN!) brownie at 5pm. Could just be that she’s kind of a jerk.
I’m guessing she got both from me.
Of course, this is going to make tomorrow the king of all sucky days for her. Daycare in the morning, meaning being awake early, followed nearly immediately by a doctor’s appointment.
This is a record. A patient of the BC health care system has been referred and an appointment set within a three-day time span. It’s awesome. Except for the fact that that shit doesn’t happen.
So it’s also a little scary. Because that shit doesn’t happen, so why did it, this time?
The last time she was referred to a pediatrician, which is akin to a specialist in Vancouver, it took nearly a month to get a first appointment. We’ll see what’s said.
Now, it’s twenty to eleven and she’s telling me a story about something about being too hot because of a lion? But the lion’s really a leopard. And the jaguar (we’re cycling the large cat breeds, I gather) had to help rescue the animals in trouble. With the doll. Screw you, Diego.
God, some people’s children.
