The hospital doctor just called to say that he’s releasing LuLu this afternoon. A part of me is relieved, a part of me is scared, a part of me is sad, a bigger part is resigned to get done what I need to get done today before she returns home.

But mostly, when faced with an absurd situation…and let’s face it, much about my life has been absurd for years, I just get the giggles. So it was hard to suppress the laughter when the doctor said,

“She has a baseline personality that is a little inappropriate, but as long as she isn’t aggressive or violent, then she’s better.”

What the heck does that mean? And how do I respond to that? I bit my lip to prevent either hysterical laughter or snappy comebacks like:

“Oh, you’ve noticed?” or “What the #$*$% does that mean?” “Inappropriate…I don’t see anything inappropriate!” or “Is that an official diagnosis?”

Super Dad was literally rolling on the floor when I called to tell him. He got equally tickled when I told him that I wasn’t picking up LuLu until after Kay and I had gone bra shopping this afternoon after school. I’m not sure why he finds that so amusing, but he does. I’m thinking of it from a practical standpoint. How can I take a child whose “baseline personality is a little inappropriate” into the lingerie department so we can try on bras?

We survive the absurdity of it all with laughter. It truly is the only defense mechanism we have left. There’s only so long you can cry before total hopelessness sets in. So, why not laugh about the absurd!! And I’m sure that anyone outside of our situation would think that our senses of humor are a bit warped at best…yet, I know it’s a healthy sign that we can still find things to laugh about.

However, what we think is riotously funny leaving me wondering if the good doctor would also wonder if our whole family has “baseline personalities that are inappropriate!”

Photo Credit: The photographer calls this one "Danger, I Laugh At Danger". How appropriate!