It's starting all over again. The pain-in-the-ass bullshit of explaining to the school that we have food allergies and NO, that did not change of the course of the summer.
This morning the boys had appointments with our allergist (I find it easiest that we all see the same doctors, it helps a lot) for a bi-annual checkup. But the summer one is always super-fun because it involves refills of medications (yes, "s") and gearing up for back to school, which also includes letters of benedryl dosages and multiple epipens.
And now the school district has decided that they need medical documentation that Griffin has allergies (which is fine, but it's not a new policy, why didn't they need it last year?) and want to know what they can give him instead. Dude, you can't give him ANYTHING. It's called cross-contamination. Don't give my kid food. Period. It's not that damn hard.
So now my doctor had to fill out that form, write a letter about the medication to be emergently-dispensed at school and write another letter to embellish the form because they didn't give enough space for a doctor to properly explain how allergies work despite the fact I talk about it till I'm blue in the face.
And he also wrote a letter for Darwin (who's going to preschool; PRESCHOOL) for medication purposes and LUCKILY they get it. They're all "Don't give him food unless you provide it, easy." And I'm all, "Wanna go make out behind the bushes? Because I love you. Come on, let's go."
So, after spending an hour hashing this fun stuff out with the doctor I got to come home and reorganize it all and realized, fuck, I didn't get all that paperwork back. Fuckity-fuck-fuck-FUCK.
But it will be okay. Really. Truly. Because it can't be worse than last year, right? RIGHT?
In other, more exciting news, Griffin saw the new TV Guide at the store and had to buy it (with his own damn money, I should point out) because it's all about The Clone Wars and everyday I get asked upteen times how many days till August 15th? Because, Mom, that's when The Clone Wars comes to theaters. Can we go? Let's go now!
And yeah, that TV Guide came with a CD-ROM of previews and behind the scenes and guess who started whining when I said it was my turn to get on the computer?
Go on, guess.