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But aside from that, she's still completely normal

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You know…  People think I’m exagerrating when I say weird crap happens to us.  I’m not.

Like how every time my parents go out of town, something happens.  Or anytime I want a vacation, something happens.  It’s true.

So, let’s see.  This week – all I wanted is a vacation, before I started concentrating on my home, and my business.  I sound like a barking seal, so I’ve spent most of this week heavilly medicated.  Joseph’s IEP blew up with the state so I have a big meeting on Friday to try to fix it.  And last but not least (it is only Thursday) stitches.

This is the last week at after school care (my vacation remember?)  If there’s a problem with after school care, they usually call my husband first, rather than me, because Poe is the one who goes and gets them.  Fine.  Yesterday, Poe called me.  It’s always bad when someone leads with “He’s OK, but…”  Turns out that Logan was running on the playground, tripped over another kid, and landed face first on the asphalt.  Could he please be picked up so that we can determine if he needs stitches?  So I rush to get ready, and rush to go get him.  And yeah, the open wound on his chin looks like it might still need stitches, especially since they can’t get it to stop bleeding.

First stop – Pediatrician’s office.  But it’s 12pm.  And therefore closed for lunch for another hour and a half.  So, I took him to the hospital instead.  $75 copay later, and two stitches.  He was very very brave.  He cried though all the numbing injections, but he didn’t thrash around and need the papoose like we did when his eye needed stitches.  I didn’t even cry!  And I was holding his hands, and because of the angle, I saw every.little.thing.  And I didn’t pass out.  Because of his heart, he’s also on the pink antibiotics as well.  Can’t have an infection, you see.  Still have to figure out how get a wound check done tomorrow, and still go to the meeting for Joseph.

The doctor said he could go to school today.  I just can’t send him.  He’s 6 and in Kindergarten.  All I can think about is him running and falling on his stitches.  Besides, I’ve had stitches.  It’s going to hurt today, and he doesn’t need to be at school getting through that.  I’ll send him tomorrow – against my better judgement – ’cause it’ll be his last day at afer school care, and he’s going to want to say goodbye to his friends.

He’s still asleep this morning, which tells me that this is a good decision.  Normally, he’d have been out of bed an hour ago trying not to bug me but bugging me anyway.  I might snag a picture later for posterity.  Boys like documentation of their boy wounds.

Will anyone get anything done today?

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So.  I voted.  Actually I voted weeks ago via absentee ballot.  I’ve had too many years where some kind of issue kept me from the polls…  you know fevers, pipes busting and the like, and so now, my husband and I vote absentee in order to make sure our voice is heard.  We weren’t undecided on any issue, so we were able to take advantage of that.  That also means, we’ve been sitting on the sidelines, “Let’s get ON with it already!”  And so.  Unless this turns into an election MONTH, we’ll know tonight or tomorrow morning who has won.  For me – although I voted on everything in my ballot, I only care about the Presidential election and two props, so I’ll be keeping my eyes on those.

I start training my assistant replacement at work today.  I had some computer issues in getting her setup, so that’s been stalled, which is frustrating considering we put her paperwork in a month ago.  And she’ll be late, ’cause her orientation decided to do some of it today too!  Without letting us know!

And then I have to leave her alone in the trenches, as I have not one, but two kids’ conferences today.  Which means I’ll be driving all over town.  But this is the first year that I haven’t been called to the school for something thus far – except once when they thought maybe one of the kids was sick – and so I’m really really curious how they’re doing.  I think they’re doing great.  I mean Joseph’s been bringing math grades home of C’s – A’s.  Which means he’s doing it.  And Logan’s stuff is already legible, which means he’s getting it.  So, I think these conferences are going to be just fine and dandy.

And of course, in the backdrop of this day, I’ll be trying to catch snatches of the polls.

What a day.

I won the Gold

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I know it sounds completely asinine.  But I want a cookie or a medal or something.  My kids came home from the dentist with no new cavities.

Logan is irrationally excited about his new Red Power Ranger toothbrush.

Joseph will probably need some teeth pulled to make room for the massive amounts of teeth pushing in.

But dangit!  NO NEW CAVITIES.  GIMME MA COOKIE.

Blech

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Two icky things.

The first – not as important, and easier to write about – we had the first interview for my replacement at work today.  Behind closed doors, so I couldn’t listen in.  It felt icky.  I know this was my decision, and it’s what’s best for my family, I just really really don’t like the process of training my replacement.  I’m damn good at my job, and don’t want there to be comparisons.  Although, there always inevitably are.  Ok, I’ll stop whining now.

And Joseph.  I’m not sure what to write about this from a legal perspective.  Let’s just say that Joseph came to us last night with potentially damaging and/or abusive information (not against him, thank God), and I had to move forward with authorities.   Being that Joseph was the witness, I’m hoping that he’s not too heavilly involved in the coming events.  But there were many emails and phone calls between me and said authorities today.  We’re not directly involved, so I’m hoping that our involvement will be minimal.  All I’ll say about the subject is:  Joseph came in to us last night, and asked us what a “sexual predator” is.  Which I then had to explain to my 8 year old, and hopefully I child-proofed the answer enough, without making him feel like I was dummying it up.

Rough day today.

But, Poe bought Iron Man, and we plan on having a pizza/movie night with the kids when I get home, so hopefully we’ll have some fun, and relax, and not let the outside world intrude.

The Juice Wars

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AKA Parenting 101: Pick Your Battles

Joseph had us in a bit of a conundrum today.  He wasn’t drinking his juice (snack or lunch.)  Poe quizzed him, and he has been getting made fun of at school.  For drinking baby juice.  The juice I’ve been getting (100% juice on sale) has Clifford the Dog on them – he’s drinking “baby juice.”

And I thought, how stupid.

And then…  I remembered.  The neon purple Reebocks when everyone was wearing white.  The cheap denim when everyone was wearing Guess.  The Christmas ornament sweaters when everyone was wearing hoodies.  We weren’t that poor – my mother just couldn’t abide by purchase price equaling brand name.  And I’ve got a good head on my shoulders in terms of what’s important now, and I’m sure that’s a part of it.

But I sure do remember.

Poe went out today and bought more “manly” juice.  8 year olds need sophistication.  When this turns into $150 Air Jordans, we’ll revisit the values discussion – but for now?  It’s OK to fit in.

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