But it's not keeping Hellcat from being incredibly sassy. I get that the steriods could be making her a little crazy (think incredible hulk x 10), but it's the arguments in context that are NOT bronchitis related. Hellee managed to escape watchful eyes (I KNOW she did that on your watch Papa) and used what looked like 15 pink Sharpie highlighters to redesign her slide; then the throw rug; then the couches, being careful not to neglect ANY of the cushions OR the arm chair and ottoman; then the wall; then the giant print on the wall behind the couch.Since I'm a calm and rational parent, I asked the stupid question "WHO DID THIS?" as I walked around and pointed at my new art deco second living room, and that evil parakeet yelled back "WHO DID THIS! WHO DID THIS!" MOCKING my efforts. I did get a "shorry" out of it; after Papa came over and demanded that she say it. I will own expensive things when the kids are gone and the dogs are dead, because right now that seems like a colossal waste of money.
Dad stayed home with her Tuesday and yesterday; I was home on Wednesday and made it through the second doctor appointment this morning at 9am and Papa is back at home with It. I'm calling it smart to know my limitations. That thing is brutal.
