1/12/2023

1/12/2023

Yesterday I got my annual mammogram done. Mammograms aren’t fun, but at least they’re fast. I was home within an hour of having left, and that was with at least 30 minutes of drive time. I wish all medical-related visits were so quick.
This week we got a letter from the school vice principal about Marshall’s attendance, because he has missed more days than the school deems appropriate. The school has stopped caring about Covid and kids’ health. All they care about now is keeping the desks filled. I mean, at Livia’s middle school orientation, the principal said, “Don’t come to school when you’re sick. But also, don’t miss any school.” (Those weren’t her exact words, of course, but it’s what Livia and I both understood her to be saying.) I knew then that it was only a matter of time before we got one of these letters, but it still made me angry to get one, especially because I believe that we all got sick for Christmas because other parents are sending their kids to school sick. Once upon a time I would have called up the school to give them a piece of my mind. Instead, I bitched them out in my head and otherwise ignored the letter. Experience has taught me that that’s the best way to deal with such things.

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