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Who lives in or near Atkinson, NH? Speak up!
2.15.2006
2.14.2006
Mali goes Subcontinental
The Most Excellent Baby Ever
We are having the best time ever with Mali right now as she teeters on that knife edge between babyhood and personhood. The gusto with which 14-month-olds exist in those twin states makes this (in my limited experience) one of the most unabashedly joyous periods of parenting.
Unless, of course, like Leelo she stalls in the next six weeks or so, which I am trying not to contemplate. Even though in hindsight Leelo slipped further and further behind rather than regressing, I cannot discount all the parents who've testified that their perfectly normal toddlers retreated into autism at or around Mali's age.
I find it difficult to believe, however, that this amazing little girl, this personality explosion, could possibly follow her brother down the rabbit hole. She is so intensely social that she fights me with every bit of strength in her tiny body if I dare to change her diaper while she "plays" with her big sister and friends. If she manages to wiggle away from me, she will make a desperate combat crawl for her mates.
The big kids don't have to be in the play area for her to have a good time. She will happily set her self in all the ride-in cars and start tootling around, will climb up the SIX FOOT ladder of the kids' playset and then put herself down the slide, will be the first one to start jumping on the mini-trampoline. She is one of those wee tykes who may never understand that her abilities are supposed to be several years behind those of her siblings.
She has finally taken up walking as a valid means of locomotion, rather than the applause-generating parlor trick of the past two months. I was both thrilled and saddened when she walked across the driveway while holding onto only one of my hands. Another chunk of babyhood gone forever.
Her talking and chatting go on non-stop. She doesn't articulate all that many words clearly (preferring to stick to her basics: dog, Pat, Mama, ball, yogurt, juice, Up!, hi, bye-bye, yayaya, and NO!), but if you listen closely you will hear phrases that she's picked up from us. Used correctly, if not clearly.
She and her brother are starting to get along much better, as long as she is not crying. Look!
Sweet! I am so excited that they are starting to interact without howling or walloping. (He is about to give her a kiss.)
One of our friends thought we'd named her "Pakistan," and so sent her this outfit from that country.
I found Mali in this position while she was watching B00hbah with her brother and I was desperately trying to sort and fold five week's worth of five peoples' clean socks (Purgatory defined). This picture is proof positive that B00hbah puts children into an altered state of consciousness. Or has some sort of subliminal yoga message.
We are having the best time ever with Mali right now as she teeters on that knife edge between babyhood and personhood. The gusto with which 14-month-olds exist in those twin states makes this (in my limited experience) one of the most unabashedly joyous periods of parenting.
Unless, of course, like Leelo she stalls in the next six weeks or so, which I am trying not to contemplate. Even though in hindsight Leelo slipped further and further behind rather than regressing, I cannot discount all the parents who've testified that their perfectly normal toddlers retreated into autism at or around Mali's age.
I find it difficult to believe, however, that this amazing little girl, this personality explosion, could possibly follow her brother down the rabbit hole. She is so intensely social that she fights me with every bit of strength in her tiny body if I dare to change her diaper while she "plays" with her big sister and friends. If she manages to wiggle away from me, she will make a desperate combat crawl for her mates.
The big kids don't have to be in the play area for her to have a good time. She will happily set her self in all the ride-in cars and start tootling around, will climb up the SIX FOOT ladder of the kids' playset and then put herself down the slide, will be the first one to start jumping on the mini-trampoline. She is one of those wee tykes who may never understand that her abilities are supposed to be several years behind those of her siblings.
She has finally taken up walking as a valid means of locomotion, rather than the applause-generating parlor trick of the past two months. I was both thrilled and saddened when she walked across the driveway while holding onto only one of my hands. Another chunk of babyhood gone forever.
Her talking and chatting go on non-stop. She doesn't articulate all that many words clearly (preferring to stick to her basics: dog, Pat, Mama, ball, yogurt, juice, Up!, hi, bye-bye, yayaya, and NO!), but if you listen closely you will hear phrases that she's picked up from us. Used correctly, if not clearly.
She and her brother are starting to get along much better, as long as she is not crying. Look!
Sweet! I am so excited that they are starting to interact without howling or walloping. (He is about to give her a kiss.)
One of our friends thought we'd named her "Pakistan," and so sent her this outfit from that country.
I found Mali in this position while she was watching B00hbah with her brother and I was desperately trying to sort and fold five week's worth of five peoples' clean socks (Purgatory defined). This picture is proof positive that B00hbah puts children into an altered state of consciousness. Or has some sort of subliminal yoga message.
2.10.2006
House Model Feb 2006
Our Model Home
House Model Feb 2006
Originally uploaded by Squid Rosenberg.
Check out the solar panels on the roof, the corrugated metal of the roof itself, and the fact that it's all made out of Taz0 boxes.
This is why we're not moving.
*Update: More photos added on Flickr.
Model (c) 2006 A r k i n - T i l t Architects.
House Model Feb 2006
Originally uploaded by Squid Rosenberg.
Check out the solar panels on the roof, the corrugated metal of the roof itself, and the fact that it's all made out of Taz0 boxes.
*Update: More photos added on Flickr.
Model (c) 2006 A r k i n - T i l t Architects.
2.08.2006
Balls. Rolling.
The Deadwood City school district just called to schedule Leelo's intake evaluation. It will take place in two weeks, during Bad Moms Coffee (but of course), at the school where Supervisor M and I were unimpressed by the behavioral management taking place in the K-2 special ed class. Once the evaluation is complete and they have all the materials they need (which will probably come from doing observations at Iron Gate as well as talking to Leelo's team members), then we will schedule his IEP.
They've asked us to have Therapist L (who works Thursday mornings) come along to the intake keep things "regular" for Leelo, but otherwise I do not believe anyone other than Leelo or I needs to be present as they'll be having their staff evaluate him. Again, they will contact members of Leelo's team for additional information as needed.
Two other items of interest:
The woman I talked to said that they are restructuring the special ed classes for next year. They will probably break up the K-2 class mentioned above to create either a separate K, or K-1 class--which the teacher above will not be leading. I must note that other parents think that this teacher is wonderful, though I've not had a discussion opportunity with any of them.
Also the intake woman saw Leelo's article in the paper two years ago, and kept it because he was a Deadwood kid and she figured she'd be seeing him come through the system at some point. So that's in his file, too.
Getting going! Perhaps they will fund the therapeutic preschool and kindergarten I saw and loved so much last week, and which I have not written about much.
The Deadwood City school district just called to schedule Leelo's intake evaluation. It will take place in two weeks, during Bad Moms Coffee (but of course), at the school where Supervisor M and I were unimpressed by the behavioral management taking place in the K-2 special ed class. Once the evaluation is complete and they have all the materials they need (which will probably come from doing observations at Iron Gate as well as talking to Leelo's team members), then we will schedule his IEP.
They've asked us to have Therapist L (who works Thursday mornings) come along to the intake keep things "regular" for Leelo, but otherwise I do not believe anyone other than Leelo or I needs to be present as they'll be having their staff evaluate him. Again, they will contact members of Leelo's team for additional information as needed.
Two other items of interest:
The woman I talked to said that they are restructuring the special ed classes for next year. They will probably break up the K-2 class mentioned above to create either a separate K, or K-1 class--which the teacher above will not be leading. I must note that other parents think that this teacher is wonderful, though I've not had a discussion opportunity with any of them.
Also the intake woman saw Leelo's article in the paper two years ago, and kept it because he was a Deadwood kid and she figured she'd be seeing him come through the system at some point. So that's in his file, too.
Getting going! Perhaps they will fund the therapeutic preschool and kindergarten I saw and loved so much last week, and which I have not written about much.
2.06.2006
International Aiiiigh
It is 4 AM. I am sitting at my desk frustrated by attempts to call back a friend in Mali. (For real. No psedonymity here.) He has called me twice in five minutes--shocking me awake with the instant thought that someone we love must be dead--and asked me to call him back. However the number he gave me appears to be incorrect. Also I think he doesn't realize that noon in Bamako is eight hours earlier here. Plus he mostly speaks French and I mostly don't.
That latter part is fortunate for him because I cannot possibly convey how pissed off I am at being woken up at this hour, in French, especially after my own Mali didn't let me fall asleep until almost 3:00 (I climbed into bed at 1:30).
I have emailed him twice to let him know that I cannot reach him with the number he gave me. Aiiigh. I want to go back to sleep.
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Update: I finally got through. I believe that what he is saying is that his wife just had a baby girl lsat night and is going to name her after me! If that is true then what an honor. A little Squidlet Maiji running around Bamako. Cool.
It is 4 AM. I am sitting at my desk frustrated by attempts to call back a friend in Mali. (For real. No psedonymity here.) He has called me twice in five minutes--shocking me awake with the instant thought that someone we love must be dead--and asked me to call him back. However the number he gave me appears to be incorrect. Also I think he doesn't realize that noon in Bamako is eight hours earlier here. Plus he mostly speaks French and I mostly don't.
That latter part is fortunate for him because I cannot possibly convey how pissed off I am at being woken up at this hour, in French, especially after my own Mali didn't let me fall asleep until almost 3:00 (I climbed into bed at 1:30).
I have emailed him twice to let him know that I cannot reach him with the number he gave me. Aiiigh. I want to go back to sleep.
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Update: I finally got through. I believe that what he is saying is that his wife just had a baby girl lsat night and is going to name her after me! If that is true then what an honor. A little Squidlet Maiji running around Bamako. Cool.
2.05.2006
Call Me "Madge" If You Must
One thing that has always bugged me about Mad0nna is how she latches onto trends well after the wave has crested, but still manages to spin them to the lemmings massing on the cliffs above the shore as Her Very Own Next Big Thing.
Probably this bugs me because I do the same thing, only without the star-struck lemmings. Most recently, I am Molly Come Lately to F1ickr. My friends have all been F1ickring for months. I am only now dipping in my toe--and finding it nice and warm. I can see why my friends talk about it with slightly glassy eyes.
So, if you are one of the three other people who've not taken the dive, trust me--the water's fine! Come on in!
One thing that has always bugged me about Mad0nna is how she latches onto trends well after the wave has crested, but still manages to spin them to the lemmings massing on the cliffs above the shore as Her Very Own Next Big Thing.
Probably this bugs me because I do the same thing, only without the star-struck lemmings. Most recently, I am Molly Come Lately to F1ickr. My friends have all been F1ickring for months. I am only now dipping in my toe--and finding it nice and warm. I can see why my friends talk about it with slightly glassy eyes.
So, if you are one of the three other people who've not taken the dive, trust me--the water's fine! Come on in!
Mali the Destructinator
Mali the Destructinator
Here is how to amuse a 14-month old baby indefinitely: use your OCD laundry skills to place precisely folded dishtowels in the drawer. Then watch the baby take them out. Then watch the baby get in the drawer herself. Then watch her lean out and pull all the now-destroyed towels back in with her. Then watch her get out. Then watch it all happen again.
Here is how to amuse a 14-month old baby indefinitely: use your OCD laundry skills to place precisely folded dishtowels in the drawer. Then watch the baby take them out. Then watch the baby get in the drawer herself. Then watch her lean out and pull all the now-destroyed towels back in with her. Then watch her get out. Then watch it all happen again.
2.04.2006
Emerging?
Today was Sophie de Spanglemonkey's 6th birthday party.
Because I cannot keep track of my own ringpiece these days, I had forgotten that Babysitter A was off for the weekend. I inwardly debated tag-teaming with Seymour so that Leelo could stay at home, but in the end we took the entire family. Leelo's been much less aggressive and unpredictable in the past three days, plus I cannot deny my sweet boy a romp in a bouncy house.
Turned out to be a loverly afternoon. Leelo confined his interpersonal overenthusiasm to his sisters (with the exception of one incident involving Badger's Moomin, apologies), and both Seymour and I were able to engage in rather pleasant though sporadic mingling with our dear friends.
I am now filled with dewy, sparkly hope at the thought that we may be able to put the horrors of January behind us. I would like nothing better than to resume living with the stress-o-meter set at a comfortable 7 or 8, instead of that red-hot-poker 11.
Today was Sophie de Spanglemonkey's 6th birthday party.
Because I cannot keep track of my own ringpiece these days, I had forgotten that Babysitter A was off for the weekend. I inwardly debated tag-teaming with Seymour so that Leelo could stay at home, but in the end we took the entire family. Leelo's been much less aggressive and unpredictable in the past three days, plus I cannot deny my sweet boy a romp in a bouncy house.
Turned out to be a loverly afternoon. Leelo confined his interpersonal overenthusiasm to his sisters (with the exception of one incident involving Badger's Moomin, apologies), and both Seymour and I were able to engage in rather pleasant though sporadic mingling with our dear friends.
I am now filled with dewy, sparkly hope at the thought that we may be able to put the horrors of January behind us. I would like nothing better than to resume living with the stress-o-meter set at a comfortable 7 or 8, instead of that red-hot-poker 11.
2.03.2006
When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Blog Outline-Style
(Note: I outlined this on the posted date, but made it partially readable on 2/5)
Since the last post, things have been moderately crappy. There hasn't been anything particularly horrible--in fact there have been some wonderful moments--but by and large we have not managed to get all three kids down before 10 P.M. for many days, and that is a very bad situation for a solitude-dependent person to be in. It makes me really fucking grouchy, especially as the evening wears on.
Reminder to self of what happened in the last seven days:
-Dragged Seymour to see the house that would solve all our problems were we to simply cut and move. A second viewing made me moon over all the built ins, and how nicely we'd slip into all the round holes and solve our space problems/sleep problems. The drawbacks--living in W00dside (far), being on a road, losing our seclusion and gorgeous views and walking access to the local open space preserve, seemed tradeable to me. However I figured Seymour would need to mull and so I let him.
Two nights later we talked and realized that the logistics of moving (and showing the house, if we needed to) had saddled us both with constant nausea. We shelved the topic until after our architect design meeting.
In the meantime I spent the week mulling over how to rearrange our house for livability, so Leelo can have own space. We've decided to give him our office, wholly. For therapy and sleeping. That way we can live in our house and Iz can get more sleep, as her really loud and not very sleepy at all brother will be in a separate room. The office will relocate to a corner of our living room, and will be screened off.
Then we had a fantastic design meeting Friday, with the architects. They made a tiny model of our new home out of Taz0 boxes! I have pictures somewhere. The house is going to be unbelievable--any worries we had about size or livability were taken care of. Oh my Lord will that house be amazing if it truly does manifest in our yard. (Ms. Jane, back me up here!)
-Iz took the Big Noggin brain blaster test. I waited out in the parents' lounge with Sandia, as her son Jorge's teacher had encouraged him to apply. I also sat next to a mom whose autistic younger son was in Leelo's class this past summer school, whose older son was taking the test, and around whom I always manage to expose myself as the world's biggest asshole. Don't know why.
-Sage had me and a bunch of unbelievably cool Mama friends over to her house for homemade dinner and hanging out without the kiddlings (well, except Mali--but she was mostly charming). Lots of jokes about services, our kids not fitting in, etc. How lovely that we all fit in with each other--what a gracious, amazing group of parents. I am grateful to Sage for bringing us all together.
Also I found a bottle of cognac in our cabinet and that--coupled with Badger's donating home-grown lemons to my cause--spurred me to learn how to make sidecars for everyone. Slurp! And thanks to DoubleTrouble for actually doing the mixing when Mali made with the separation anxiety.
-Finally slapped my butt on the BlogHer Mommy and Family blogroll. Still musing about attending.
-Signed up for Grace Davis's Woolfcamp. Definitely attending (again, with Miss Mali).
-Finally joined F1ickr.
-Sacrificed half of Leelo's Monday critical morning OT session to go to awards ceremony at Iz's school (thank you Ep for helping with Leelo), and was glad that I did so as Iz got her class's academic achievement award! Her first award! She was so excited. Later that week she finally won the "Respect" award she's been desperate to get for so many months. I would be more excited myself if she was doling out more of that respect on the home side.
-Laid down new law with Iz. There will be no more disrespect, whining, or dissociating oneself from one's deeds. She is spoiled rotten and it is our fault and now we will fix it before the putridity becomes permanent. She can be a very good kid (and is so sweet and patient with Leelo), but we still need to perform an exorcism on her evil twin--that little bitch is not living in my house, not one day longer.
-Realized Iz's teacher just doesn't get how to do celebrations and in-class festivities, so I arranged with her to do Valentine's day projects before and on the day (she suggested we lump all February celebrations into one day, maybe the 21st...).
-Either Seymour or I had an event every single evening of the week. By Friday it was evident that such an arrangement is untenable, and not just because it makes me too tired to blog episodically. Marroqui helped with the Mali and Iz almost every night, because she is saintly.
-Monday evening's fest was an Iron Gate meeting about building your kids' character, etc., durrrh. Some good points, but mostly review for any thinking parent. However I picked up Anya and Carys on way there, and they reinforced our resolve and love for the neighborhood. Also, they too went through an epic horror of a house build and testified that It Will Be Worth It.
-Hooked up cool Iron Gate friends with possible gig at the Cafe and also Seymour is going to redo the husband's really crappy web site (Dude, it has frames and contains no meta tags, and it is his business site). I will link back when it gets set up, so y'all can hear what an amazing jazz pianist this friend is.
-My Dad had surgery on Tuesday. They had to removed a quarter-sized divot from his nose, and do a skin graft. My mom is pissssssed as she'd been railing at the dermatologist to biopsy the site for over a year. She also had formal portraits done of the two of them the previous week, just in case the surgeon really did have to carve my Dad's nose up.
-Wednesday saw possible preschool for Leelo. I went in thinking "Pshaw, therapeutic preschool, does he really need that?" I came out thinking that our boy would be the lowest-functioning child in the class, were he to join. Not a good feeling. Also it sucked to recognize a student who was in Leelo's infant-toddler language class two years ago and who was at the time much lower functioning than our boy, and who now not only has conversational language skills but can ride bikes like a wild man. *Sigh* We will sign Leelo up for their summer school at the very least.
-Wednesday afternoon Leelo's new therapist, Therapist C, came over for a training session with Supervisor M. Have a good feeling about her. Later that day Therapist Y asked if he could switch his Thurs. shift to Wednesday and I almost killed him. Later I explained that I had just hired Therapist C the day before, and any time before then would have been a good time to let me know he wanted to work Wednesdays. However Therapist C was cool with the switch. Whew.
-That same day I also forced myself to draw a single frame cartoon. Even though it sucked. I will really really try to do this once each week even if they all suck. I have to get my drawing brain back, somehow.
-Invested* in new nursing bras, as Mali's not going on the wagon any time soon. I am sick of wearing bras held together with safety pins and frayed threads, and that could give my mother the ex-ER nurse a stroke (one must never wear undergarments that one wouldn't want the ER staff to see after you get in an accident).
*The truly stacked can never merely purchase bras. We sell stocks and plunder money market accounts in order to fund our foundations.
-Thursday Mary Tsa0 of Mom Writes came to Bad Moms' coffee. Boy did I ever yammer! I am simply incapable of meeting new people without nervously overchattering or hiding in a corner.
-Friday Tia Izobel called, she is having surgery on her back on Monday. If it goes well, she will be out of considerable pain. If it goes badly she may not walk again. Please think good thoughts.
-That same day I completely spaced on picking up Sophie from school, even though I do so every single Friday. I didn't even realize I'd bonked until the next morning, when I checked my calendar as I do every morning because my memory is so bad, and which I had done on Friday morning. Note to anyone depending on me for anything: Call to Confirm! And deepest apologies to Jo. FUCK.
No more overscheduled weeks. No more. That is it.
(Note: I outlined this on the posted date, but made it partially readable on 2/5)
Since the last post, things have been moderately crappy. There hasn't been anything particularly horrible--in fact there have been some wonderful moments--but by and large we have not managed to get all three kids down before 10 P.M. for many days, and that is a very bad situation for a solitude-dependent person to be in. It makes me really fucking grouchy, especially as the evening wears on.
Reminder to self of what happened in the last seven days:
-Dragged Seymour to see the house that would solve all our problems were we to simply cut and move. A second viewing made me moon over all the built ins, and how nicely we'd slip into all the round holes and solve our space problems/sleep problems. The drawbacks--living in W00dside (far), being on a road, losing our seclusion and gorgeous views and walking access to the local open space preserve, seemed tradeable to me. However I figured Seymour would need to mull and so I let him.
Two nights later we talked and realized that the logistics of moving (and showing the house, if we needed to) had saddled us both with constant nausea. We shelved the topic until after our architect design meeting.
In the meantime I spent the week mulling over how to rearrange our house for livability, so Leelo can have own space. We've decided to give him our office, wholly. For therapy and sleeping. That way we can live in our house and Iz can get more sleep, as her really loud and not very sleepy at all brother will be in a separate room. The office will relocate to a corner of our living room, and will be screened off.
Then we had a fantastic design meeting Friday, with the architects. They made a tiny model of our new home out of Taz0 boxes! I have pictures somewhere. The house is going to be unbelievable--any worries we had about size or livability were taken care of. Oh my Lord will that house be amazing if it truly does manifest in our yard. (Ms. Jane, back me up here!)
-Iz took the Big Noggin brain blaster test. I waited out in the parents' lounge with Sandia, as her son Jorge's teacher had encouraged him to apply. I also sat next to a mom whose autistic younger son was in Leelo's class this past summer school, whose older son was taking the test, and around whom I always manage to expose myself as the world's biggest asshole. Don't know why.
-Sage had me and a bunch of unbelievably cool Mama friends over to her house for homemade dinner and hanging out without the kiddlings (well, except Mali--but she was mostly charming). Lots of jokes about services, our kids not fitting in, etc. How lovely that we all fit in with each other--what a gracious, amazing group of parents. I am grateful to Sage for bringing us all together.
Also I found a bottle of cognac in our cabinet and that--coupled with Badger's donating home-grown lemons to my cause--spurred me to learn how to make sidecars for everyone. Slurp! And thanks to DoubleTrouble for actually doing the mixing when Mali made with the separation anxiety.
-Finally slapped my butt on the BlogHer Mommy and Family blogroll. Still musing about attending.
-Signed up for Grace Davis's Woolfcamp. Definitely attending (again, with Miss Mali).
-Finally joined F1ickr.
-Sacrificed half of Leelo's Monday critical morning OT session to go to awards ceremony at Iz's school (thank you Ep for helping with Leelo), and was glad that I did so as Iz got her class's academic achievement award! Her first award! She was so excited. Later that week she finally won the "Respect" award she's been desperate to get for so many months. I would be more excited myself if she was doling out more of that respect on the home side.
-Laid down new law with Iz. There will be no more disrespect, whining, or dissociating oneself from one's deeds. She is spoiled rotten and it is our fault and now we will fix it before the putridity becomes permanent. She can be a very good kid (and is so sweet and patient with Leelo), but we still need to perform an exorcism on her evil twin--that little bitch is not living in my house, not one day longer.
-Realized Iz's teacher just doesn't get how to do celebrations and in-class festivities, so I arranged with her to do Valentine's day projects before and on the day (she suggested we lump all February celebrations into one day, maybe the 21st...).
-Either Seymour or I had an event every single evening of the week. By Friday it was evident that such an arrangement is untenable, and not just because it makes me too tired to blog episodically. Marroqui helped with the Mali and Iz almost every night, because she is saintly.
-Monday evening's fest was an Iron Gate meeting about building your kids' character, etc., durrrh. Some good points, but mostly review for any thinking parent. However I picked up Anya and Carys on way there, and they reinforced our resolve and love for the neighborhood. Also, they too went through an epic horror of a house build and testified that It Will Be Worth It.
-Hooked up cool Iron Gate friends with possible gig at the Cafe and also Seymour is going to redo the husband's really crappy web site (Dude, it has frames and contains no meta tags, and it is his business site). I will link back when it gets set up, so y'all can hear what an amazing jazz pianist this friend is.
-My Dad had surgery on Tuesday. They had to removed a quarter-sized divot from his nose, and do a skin graft. My mom is pissssssed as she'd been railing at the dermatologist to biopsy the site for over a year. She also had formal portraits done of the two of them the previous week, just in case the surgeon really did have to carve my Dad's nose up.
-Wednesday saw possible preschool for Leelo. I went in thinking "Pshaw, therapeutic preschool, does he really need that?" I came out thinking that our boy would be the lowest-functioning child in the class, were he to join. Not a good feeling. Also it sucked to recognize a student who was in Leelo's infant-toddler language class two years ago and who was at the time much lower functioning than our boy, and who now not only has conversational language skills but can ride bikes like a wild man. *Sigh* We will sign Leelo up for their summer school at the very least.
-Wednesday afternoon Leelo's new therapist, Therapist C, came over for a training session with Supervisor M. Have a good feeling about her. Later that day Therapist Y asked if he could switch his Thurs. shift to Wednesday and I almost killed him. Later I explained that I had just hired Therapist C the day before, and any time before then would have been a good time to let me know he wanted to work Wednesdays. However Therapist C was cool with the switch. Whew.
-That same day I also forced myself to draw a single frame cartoon. Even though it sucked. I will really really try to do this once each week even if they all suck. I have to get my drawing brain back, somehow.
-Invested* in new nursing bras, as Mali's not going on the wagon any time soon. I am sick of wearing bras held together with safety pins and frayed threads, and that could give my mother the ex-ER nurse a stroke (one must never wear undergarments that one wouldn't want the ER staff to see after you get in an accident).
*The truly stacked can never merely purchase bras. We sell stocks and plunder money market accounts in order to fund our foundations.
-Thursday Mary Tsa0 of Mom Writes came to Bad Moms' coffee. Boy did I ever yammer! I am simply incapable of meeting new people without nervously overchattering or hiding in a corner.
-Friday Tia Izobel called, she is having surgery on her back on Monday. If it goes well, she will be out of considerable pain. If it goes badly she may not walk again. Please think good thoughts.
-That same day I completely spaced on picking up Sophie from school, even though I do so every single Friday. I didn't even realize I'd bonked until the next morning, when I checked my calendar as I do every morning because my memory is so bad, and which I had done on Friday morning. Note to anyone depending on me for anything: Call to Confirm! And deepest apologies to Jo. FUCK.
No more overscheduled weeks. No more. That is it.
I Think I Would Like More Sleep
It occurs to me that if I ever got a full night's sleep then perhaps I would be less grouchy and better able to handle the minor setbacks of each day without a flamethrower-style reaction. I might also be able to focus and stop driving to the places I'm thinking about rather than the places I'm supposed to be at.
I suspect I may need to check into some sort of baby-weaning-rehab with Mali for a few days, a place where she and I can spend the nights wrassling without disturbing anyone else's sleep, and she will get NO FEEDINGS between being put to bed and then awakening to a new morning.
She can soothe herself back to sleep, but not if I'm next to her. So we need an intervention. I think Costan0a may have such a program. Must check it out.
It occurs to me that if I ever got a full night's sleep then perhaps I would be less grouchy and better able to handle the minor setbacks of each day without a flamethrower-style reaction. I might also be able to focus and stop driving to the places I'm thinking about rather than the places I'm supposed to be at.
I suspect I may need to check into some sort of baby-weaning-rehab with Mali for a few days, a place where she and I can spend the nights wrassling without disturbing anyone else's sleep, and she will get NO FEEDINGS between being put to bed and then awakening to a new morning.
She can soothe herself back to sleep, but not if I'm next to her. So we need an intervention. I think Costan0a may have such a program. Must check it out.
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