Our lice thing turned into a week of laundry and hair combing and ultimately a prescription lotion, Ovide, which I elected to use prophylactically on the entire family. FYI: if you ever need to get this lice and nit killing potion, start at the pharmacy at Walmart because that was the only place that had it in stock. Insert socioeconomic targeted population wise-ass remark here. I am optimistic that we have eradicated the problem, but will remain vigilant. Please keep your fingers crossed that the nightmare is over and in return I will pray that your house is never visited by this plague.
Now, for the dreams…
After my recent dropping of the hammer on my underperforming son, he has really been making strides in the right direction. His grades and attitude have improved and I felt comfortable recognizing his efforts with a reward. His cell phone has needed an upgrade and I was thrilled to have the opportunity to buy him one that he is equally thrilled to own. I will hold tightly to the spontaneous (and public!) hug he gave me during the future’s more challenging moments. And that gushing text he sent me? I’m keeping that forever!
Making a dream come true can be as simple and spontaneous as agreeing to purchase a smart phone or a more involved process requiring reservations and tickets and an overnight bag. The latter describes the realization of my oldest son’s birthday request, albeit an event we marked a week prematurpely. Shortly after his 15th birthday last year, my boy-man asked that we go to NYC’s Metropolitan Opera House to take in a performance. You’ve got to applaud a kid who can begin to plan a NYC adventure a year in advance – that’s my boy.
Our trip began from at the Rensselaer train station where we popped our figurative MegaBus cherry – overall not a bad experience, but it would have been nice if the Wi-Fi had been more consistent. We stayed at a classic NYC hotel, the Ramada New Yorker, which was comfortable and convenient. But, really, it was all about Carmen. Our box, with its ever so slightly impeded view was remarkably comfortable and I think I only dozed for a minute. Twice. The show was beautiful – the voices, the orchestra, the setting. I wouldn’t have changed a thing about the night, which concluded with a cab ride back downtown and midnight snack eaten at the hotel.
So, two out three isn’t so bad. I’ll take it.