Hey, y'all. What's shakin'?
For those who didn't see my reply on the Tuesday post, full update there. TL;DR: Barbie called the correct diagnosis:
trichotillomania.
So I picked her up early from after school, ran her to the pedi, and then we went to the indy toy store to try to get some thinking putty to keep her hands busy. No luck, but we did leave with some stuffies. Popped into Justice (which kind of made
me want to start pulling out my hair) and she found a pair of leggings, a dress for the Valentine dance, a necklace, and a big 80s-style hair bow. Cold Stone, picked up DS, art class, takeout.
Work is just meetings, meetings, and more meetings. We're on an Apr-March fiscal year (which I hate), so we're deep into budget planning for next year and it's taking up way too much of everyone's time lately. Sigh. The less said about that, the better.