Friday, August 31, 2007
You think you're safe because of the driver shortage, right? Well, you're probably right, but think about this. Today the school called your supervisor. Next week, if you still don't stop for my kid, I'm going to start calling your supervisor too, and I'm thinking I may not mention it to the school so the guy is actually getting two calls about your... slackness. And I might even call your supervisor's supervisor.
It's not up to you which kids you pick up. If you can't find us, ask someone! Pete, really the smartest kid I know, suggested that you talk to the lady who drives the route in the afternoon. She knows where our stop is.
Get a clue, buddy.
I'm gonna miss her.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Apparently the driver couldn't find our house. Pete said, "We were even already in my neighborhood!" It sounded like they had even turned into the neighborhood onto our street. Thank goodness they had to drive by here to get out.
Anyway, she's home and today the driver knows where to stop. And she's supposed to get picked up this morning too...
*Yes. She said "taked."
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Then Lulu cried again when we let Pete out.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
So of course I cried too.
We're both better now.
When Pete's mom picked Pete up from school yesterday, Pete's mom asked Pete about Pete's day, including if Pete got to play outside. Pete's answer was, "Yes. Before lunch!" Pete sounded totally amazed. Last year Pete's class ate lunch first. Then Pete said, very importantly, "We have a different schedule."
Monday, August 27, 2007
Her: Hello. Mrs. [Nintendo]?
Me, hesitantly, already: Yes.
Her: This is Barbara. I'm not going to keep you. I'm just calling to let you know that we're doing our annual fundraising...
Me, interrupting: I'm sorry. Where are you calling from?
-Meaning "Who is doing their annual fundraising?" because, see, she hadn't bothered to say. I know her name, but I'm not going to be giving money to just "Barbara".
-Seriously! For real! She said Florida! Like that mattered! I still didn't know who was doing the fundraising. But she did answer my question, I guess.
Me: No. I don't care what state you're in. What are you raising funds for?
-I really said that. And I totally sounded annoyed by how stupid she was being.
Her: The American Breast Cancer [something].
-I don't remember what she said, honestly, because at that point it didn't really matter.
Me: Yeah. I'm not interested.
Note to people trying to get money from me: It's a good idea to start out sounding like you know what you're talking about. Otherwise I'll assume you're just some stupid criminal and you'll lose my attention.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Recently someone pointed out Pete's tic to her. No big deal. Husbandguy and I have done it. But the thing was the way they did it. Like she was making the noise on purpose to bother that person. The poor kid can't help it! I know it's disturbing to listen to. I live with it. But there are gentler ways to ask a 5 year-old why she keeps making a noise. Including asking her mom about it first! Or at least saying, "Are you okay? Because you keep making a noise." That would have given Pete's mom or even Pete a chance to explain without making Pete too uncomfortable. She actually looked kind of embarrassed as she explained that it just feels like she needs to clear her throat. Pete's mom took care of explaining that she can't help it and that it's a vocal tic that's she has had for several years and that calling attention to it can actually make it worse. I think Pete is looking forward to it going away like it always does.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Maybe I should have asked for help. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to be a chairperson. Maybe I should have waited until school started and I went to a PTA meeting to agree to be a chairperson.
I know why I did it though, agreed to this. It's because now I have to do it. If I had just told myself that I would join the PTA this year but not be responsible for anything, I would have found a ton of really lame excuses for why I couldn't go to meetings. But as a chair, I can't skip out, and the part of me that wants me to succeed knows that and makes rash decisions on my behalf that trap me in situations where the rest of me feels like it would be better to get the stomach flu right now and just be sick all weekend.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Hey! Do you know that joke?
Q. What's worse than finding a worm in your apple?
A. Finding half a worm in your apple.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
So you know, I don't really think kindergarten is stupid and I am super proud of my little early reader who's going to be a real force to be reckoned with in class this year what with her plethora of previous Montessori experience and finally being one of the big kids in the "classroom community."
Monday, August 20, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Me, Mean-Mommy voice: NO! Dangerous!
Lulu, gleefully: Ha! Ha! Ha!
Try this one: "When Pete's unseen, her mom will clean!"
Cheesy, right? But here's the thing. It's true. And now I can see the floor in Pete's room. All of it! The whole thing! I thought, since she's at Nana's today, and while Lulu is napping, I would take advantage of the me time I had and, instead of eating bon-bons and reading with my feet up, I would clean up Pete's room. She made her bed before she left so aside from having to investigate what the lump halfway down under the covers was (turns out it was a blanket), I didn't have to mess with that. And after more than an hour of steadily and correctly putting everything where it belongs, I have to admit that I did some general stuffing of things into their approximate places. But the important stuff, like her music and books, I did first so that got put away right. Now I need to vacuum, but that's going to have to wait until after lunch so Lulu doesn't wake up prematurely.
Now I want bon-bons! That might just be the steroids talking, though.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
She's got molars! I wonder if she'll let us brush them...
I called on Friday morning and my doctor did have a prescription called in for the kind I know we've talked, more than once, about being difficult for me to take because of their size and horrible taste - one or the other I can handle, but both together are too much. But that apparently isn't in my chart. Why would it be? It can't be important. Right? But so okay. I decided I could handle it this one time and remember to mention it when I have to call next time. But then the pharmacy called to say they didn't have enough in stock to fill the whole prescription, but they would fill part of it and I could pick the rest up on Monday. Again, I've had trouble with this sort of thing in the past, but I reluctantly agreed to it because the frequent vertigo and cold prickly patches on my legs said to just go ahead. So everything was settled. Husbandguy agreed to stop on his way home from work and pick them up. Thank you, DH. Then the pharmacy called again and said that, since they don't make a generic for the prescription my doctor wrote at the dose he wrote, it was going to cost me almost $300 to pick it up. They make a generic, but the dose is 1/16th the dose that was written, which would have required me to take more than 200 pills every morning to reach the more than 900mg my prescription required. I wished then that I had just asked for the IV! So I called DH and told him to just come home instead of stopping at the pharmacy. Then I called my doctor's office and left my phone number on a pager because they close at noon on Friday and don't have an answering service or any way to leave a real message. Then I waited. I kind of put it to the back of my mind because VW and Ginger were here for Ginger's piano lesson, and I was busy. But I remembered when DH got home from work. Then I wished that I had just waited to make the first phone call to my doctor on Monday. It would have been less stressful for me to make the decision to put it off myself instead of having it forced on me. 'Cause it sucks not to be in control of something about this stupid disease. After a crappy weekend, which was easier once I decided to just give up and not let the whole fiasco upset me the whole time, I called again first thing on Monday. I didn't hear anything back on Monday at all, which really messed up my Monday evening because again: No Control Over the Situation. They finally straightened it on out Tuesday and called me like I hadn't been waiting and made comments about how I hadn't started the therapy over the weekend, you know, like I just chose not to. I suppose in a way I did. I chose not to pay $300 for something my doctor doesn't know.
Anyway, it's straightened out for now. And when I get back from dropping Pete off at her Nana's house, I'm going to look into switching doctors, try to find someone who specializes in my disease, not just the field of medicine into which my disease falls.
I've wondered this before: If MS is an autoimmune disease, why aren't immunologists involved in treating it? Isn't calling it a neurological disease really mostly just addressing the symptoms? The symptoms are caused by my immune system. What do neurologists know about the immune system?
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Apparently the Do Not Call list doesn't cover phone calls where a recorded voice asks you invasive questions.
Because maybe they're not really calling you? You know, since it's a recording? That way, "they" can have an alibi, like, "It wasn't me! I was eating breakfast at the [discount store] snack bar. At least 9 people saw me there. I think there's probably a security camera."
If I hadn't been waiting for a phone call (you may get a post on this topic too, by the way), I might have listened to the whole phone call so I could report "them" to that agency that regulates the whole Do Not Call thing (I don't remember which one it is, but it's easy enough to look up and doesn't matter now anyway). I might have...
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
- Run the annual PTA Membership Drive
- Assist with tours/open houses during the CMS lottery process
- Create & plan opportunities for school families to interact socially
- Support parent education efforts
And here's the thing. I think I really want to do it. I might be good at it. But here's the other thing. I don't have any experience or resources. At all. Last year I wasn't even part of the PTA. I went to one meeting - the one when the primary classes did their music show (it was Super Cute). I have a couple of ideas and stuff for cool socials and whatnot. So I know I'd like to be part of the committee. But the chair? Really? I'd have to deal with a budget. Talk to people I don't know. What if I suck at it?
But honestly this is one of the reasons I left Big Bank Land - to do stuff like this. And if I don't do it... well... I think I have to. Don't I?
Maybe I'll get a school nametag with my photo on it like all the other cool parents.
It's almost exactly what we were looking for. It's a half-day program (all of it - there's no full-day care at all). It looks like a very personal environment. And there's more structure than at home; they have circle time, even in the toddler classroom. And Lulu will learn to be with other people without me (which will probably be harder on me than on her!) and make friends.
I want to meet the director and Lulu's teacher. I'd like to see the classroom when it's put in order (they had been painting so it was all moved around, apparently). I still have a few questions that they couldn't answer today but said the director would. So far so good.
We're going to go again on Monday when the director is back...
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Now when she says "taco" she gets a little mischievous glint in her eye. She's telling a joke!
And there is a bunch more. I don't remember having to translate this much for Pete when she was learning to talk. Then again, I don't really remember Pete learning to talk. DH and I don't remember her first word. We both swear that she woke up one morning talking in sentences and hasn't stopped since.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
The woman on the phone, who is a teacher filling in for the director while she's on vacation, said that the cost is less than half what Pete's old daycare had quoted us for the same amount of care - time-wise, anyway. The other moms I've spoken to who've sent their kids there speak very highly of the place. One lady said they do a good job with the "social" stuff, even if they don't do a whole lot "academically." I'm going to need to ask about that at our appointment, but the reason to allow Lulu to have a daytime office is for the "social" stuff anyway so unless they're opposed to the alphabet and never count with or read to the children... Well, we'll see. We might have to keep looking. Or we might have a morning coming up to dread/look forward to.
It'll be good, though, for everyone. Lulu will meet new people and have new experiences she's not getting spending every minute with me. I'll have at least two, probably three, kid-free mornings to get stuff done (or read all morning) without being interrupted by lovey-pants sweeties who are to cool to resist, even if the laundry that needs to be folded is from two weeks ago. And I'll be able to do more stuff at Pete's daytime office - like reading buddy or library help, stuff that would be tricky with a toddler in tow. And I won't need to get a sitter to observe Pete's class.
And it's only five minutes from here. So if I missed Lulu too much one day, I could just go get her...
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Guess what! It was Pete! In her Hannah Montana wig! And I didn't recognize her!
It was from the back, after all. And she was wearing a wig.
But this past Sunday, we got stood up again. And this time was the best of all, I think. We made plans to meet some friends of ours and their kids at that nice restaurant I told you about, and they showed up early and put their name on the wait list and waited for a table with us and got seated with us and ordered drinks with us and then went home. They didn't order dinner or even finish their drinks. They had a good excuse - the mom's expecting and wasn't feeling 100% - but DH and I kind of got a kick out of it because that was honestly the most elaborate way we have ever been stood up! And the nicest, in a way, because it's hard to have your feelings hurt when someone waits 45 minutes with you and gets you a table at a busy restaurant before leaving, I think.
We had a nice dinner, though, because we're old pros at the being-stood-up thing and it just doesn't bother us anymore, really (which still doesn't make it okay if it's like those other people used to do). But I still want to have dinner with those people. Pete was disappointed because their oldest son is Pete's "little brother who doesn't live with [her]" and she hadn't seen him in forever and she's not used to being stood up... yet... Stick with us, kid!