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Wednesday, May 18, 2005


Those Bleedin' Kids! 

I'm expecting a call from Social Services. Really. I wouldn't blame them for checking up on us at all.

Last night at around midnight Tara got one of her nosebleeds. She was hopping up and down all night, bleeding all over the place. Alex got up with her at 5am, and as she was still losing blood, we decided not to send her to school. I called them, and they were fine, being used to seeing Tara make appearances with band-aids and gauze holding the clot in.

By ten, a clot was forming, so I let her get up off of the couch, and drag her toys out. All of them. I didn't care about the mess. I just needed her to be quietly occupied, and not leaping around as per usual. Within minutes, the house is a wreck. Do I care? I'm still in my Pj's, as I haven't been too well myself, but this is fine. I do some work with her, and it's nice to have a chance to do it.

She's tired, and has one nostril completely clogged up. I don't dare remove the clot just yet. Her face and body are a mess: Dried blood, (sorry Bou!), marker pen, glue...I'm not sure this clot is going to hold, so I put off bathing her until after lunch.

Lunch. In this house, canned hot dogs are a treat, so she gets two, with wholemeal rolls, tomatoes, yellow peppers and cucumber. She gamely eats some pineapple, too. So far, so good. I give her a packet of potato chips as a further treat. Tara's not too bothered about these, because she's playing "dress up".

I'm in the bathroom when I hear a knock at the door. It's a man come to read our gas / electricity meter. He's let in by a naked, marker-pen-stained, slightly bleeding, bruised-all-over child who really should be at school. And the unfortunate child's mother is still in her pajamas.

There are toys everywhere. It looks like she was only given potato chips for lunch. She is filthy, and I'm looking exactly as if I was up all night smoking crack, given my bloodshot eyes and mad hair.

I can't believe she opened the door. After all we've told her! Oh, the shame..

If you've had a similar experience, I'd love to hear about it.


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