She Passed Me!

It's official. My eldest daughter, 12 1/2 years old, has now passed me in height. We discovered it on Sunday doing our usual ritual of "Am I taller than you?" measuring. She immediately shared it with everyone who would listen.

Sigh. I guess I might as well succomb to it. We're entering that stage now. You know, the one where I need to let go when I want to clutch tighter. Yeah, that one.

Update

She's back at the hospital.

Argh!

I'm going to vent a moment.

My mother-in-law has been to the hospital three times in the last four weeks. Two of them she had to stay for several days. Did they find out what was wrong? Well, they guessed at it. Today she was bad off, really bad. A nurse told me that we COULD have had her put in a Skills Unit after being dismissed from the hospital and she would have been able to stay there for up to six weeks-- paid in full. Round-the-clock care and therapy. But did anyone tell us this? No!

So, we call her doctor today to see if we can get her in it. No. She would have had to been admitted there from the hospital. REALLY?! Grrrrrrrr!

No worries. She's probably headed there again since no one will freaking help us!!!! I am so stomping mad right now that I want to cry. But that would not help squat. So I'm venting. I guess that doesn't really help either, but it feels good.