Update

 Wednesday

I didn't sleep well so I slept in. Ruby did too. She's hit or miss on sleeping. I tried unlocking her door sometime over Christmas break and she was up and out of her room by 4 am. I am genuinely unsure if I will ever be able to take that lock off. 

Maggie rides the bus to school. I drive her there most days because she asks me to. I drop off Ruby at school. 

When I picked Ruby up, she told me she saw her boyfriend again. And! it's the same boy. Isaiah. She told me she got to sit next to him during a movie and she loves him so much she could kiss him. Dear God. 

On Thursday she told me her teacher said, Ruby, stop following Isaiah around. She told me, I love him so much and I want to love him forever.

On Friday she told me he told her he's tired of sitting next to her and she told him she loved him. Then she said he told her he loved her. So, who knows. What is up with this kid that he inspires such devotion?

Also, when I picked Ruby up that Friday, her pinks were bright pink. At first, I thought she had used marker or paint on her face but then she told me it was from her runny nose. Uh oh. By the next day, she had a fever and clearly just felt bad.

I can't remember when Maggie started complaining about feeling bad. At first, I didn't really believe her because she will always claim to be sick if she thinks it will get her out of school. Plus she never gets too sick. Except she did. She was so sick. Poor little boo. She had a high fever and her face was blotchy and her eyes were bloodshot. They ended up being sick all the next week. I was sure they had Covid. Maggie never gets sick! But I got us all tested and we all came back negative. Maybe a flu or something. 

Ruby keeps stealing the melatonin. I keep it up on top of a bookshelf to keep it away from her. Although I don't want to, I know how she must be getting it. It's too tall for her stool or chair and I would notice if she were stacking. Which means. . . she must be climbing it. That kid! It's anchored to the wall because that was my big fear about putting shelves in my house. But still. . . what's wrong with her!