Catch-up time
I'll try to be quick about this. A year or so ago Google decided it hated me and kicked me out of my blog. I had to have an email for them to get me a changed password and the email I had logged in under no longer existed as the place we used - our city's wireless project - had been killed off. And I could never find a way to find a human to answer me, and work was getting scary (I lost my job in April), I had to find a new job, got a contracting gig from a temp agency that is slowly killing my soul but pays the bills. Joined a wonderful singing group and then had to give it up when M's OT on Thursday was cancelled and I had to take him Mondays - practice day. And he loves OT on Mondays because there's another little girl in there with him and they get to play OT together, so I'm not pushing to get his day changed. Just the sacrifices I have to make for my boy.
He's in swimming and is finally actually doing well. I think his last instructor was kind and wonderful with him but not tough enough on him. The old instructor is gone and his new one knows he's a faker and she's forcing him to really learn, which is cool. He can do the crawl now and yesterday floated on his back alone for the first time ever!
We have a pup - a dog, really. We'll call her Beauty or B or Dog for short - she is a Beauty - 18 months old, a shelter dog (people have actually "god bless you!"d us for that, as if we did something incredible. They don't understand that I would never go through the baby phase again with any creature on earth (except M's tadpole, which I didn't even do right as it stayed a mutant half-frog, half-tadpole for almost a pear before it decided it might really be a frog). Anyhow, Beauty is a lovable, calm, wonderful Eskimo mix - smallish (35 lbs full-grown) - 18 months old approx, and sweet as can be. Monster complained to Hubby last night that we are ignoring him and paying too much attention to B. We explained to him, she's had a rough life, has lived in 3 different houses, and needs extra attention until she is sure she is here to stay and loved and part of the family.
M is 8. He is at a crappy home daycare because we started out the year with high hopes that MAYBE he could make it in the after school program. All fine and dandy until he beat up a teacher with computer cords. You couldn't make this shit up. So back to the crappy home daycare he went.
Did I already mention he had a nervous breakdown due to anxiety and is now on Paxil? I think so. Did I mention I am on the brink of one myself and need to find something to pull me back. I may join a gospel choir but being a fallen catholic I don't know how the singing praises to the lord sits with me. I'm considering.
Other than that, my naked son is downstairs playing Lego Star Wars on him Playstation II. Time to make him dress for bed.
I'll try to remember to post about our March On the School District another time. Sigh.
He's in swimming and is finally actually doing well. I think his last instructor was kind and wonderful with him but not tough enough on him. The old instructor is gone and his new one knows he's a faker and she's forcing him to really learn, which is cool. He can do the crawl now and yesterday floated on his back alone for the first time ever!
We have a pup - a dog, really. We'll call her Beauty or B or Dog for short - she is a Beauty - 18 months old, a shelter dog (people have actually "god bless you!"d us for that, as if we did something incredible. They don't understand that I would never go through the baby phase again with any creature on earth (except M's tadpole, which I didn't even do right as it stayed a mutant half-frog, half-tadpole for almost a pear before it decided it might really be a frog). Anyhow, Beauty is a lovable, calm, wonderful Eskimo mix - smallish (35 lbs full-grown) - 18 months old approx, and sweet as can be. Monster complained to Hubby last night that we are ignoring him and paying too much attention to B. We explained to him, she's had a rough life, has lived in 3 different houses, and needs extra attention until she is sure she is here to stay and loved and part of the family.
M is 8. He is at a crappy home daycare because we started out the year with high hopes that MAYBE he could make it in the after school program. All fine and dandy until he beat up a teacher with computer cords. You couldn't make this shit up. So back to the crappy home daycare he went.
Did I already mention he had a nervous breakdown due to anxiety and is now on Paxil? I think so. Did I mention I am on the brink of one myself and need to find something to pull me back. I may join a gospel choir but being a fallen catholic I don't know how the singing praises to the lord sits with me. I'm considering.
Other than that, my naked son is downstairs playing Lego Star Wars on him Playstation II. Time to make him dress for bed.
I'll try to remember to post about our March On the School District another time. Sigh.
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