jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Castiel Air Quotes)
Sam only has to work one more day this week (Tuesday) and then he might have to go back in on Sunday for a couple of hours. However, depending on how far they get on the whole "End of Season" clean-up, his father might not force him to come into the kitchen, especially since he won't even be there long enough to make money to cover the gas it'd take to get there and back. I suspect that, like last year, things are going to be dead enough this week that they'll have ample time to start getting into the nooks and crannies before the official last day.

What this means is I'll be able to make plans to do things on weekday afternoons and evenings, possibly sign the kiddo up for Boy Scouts. I'm apprehensive on this due to the organization's history of discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation, and I'm not fond of my money being used to fund it. However, given where I live, there's a very short list of things I can do to socialize him more, and he of course only understands that he wants to do this really cool thing.

I have to talk to the landlords this week about replacing the kitchen floor and finding out what the hell is causing it to fall in in places. I suspect (and hope) this is just the result of last year's busted pipe, and it's not anything we've done or part of a larger problem. It's only the kitchen floor (believe me, I'm the paranoid sort to walk through the entire house looking for other signs of problems and so far, nothing.) I'm not looking forward to several days of having strangers in my home, but we sort of need a floor to walk on, regardless of my anxiety. Today and tomorrow will be spent cleaning in preparation of that. I'm still wondering how they're going to move the refrigerator to replace the floor there since one area it's sinking in/weakening is right in front of it. I bet they'll come up with a solution.

Actually, part of today will be trick-or-treating for the kiddo. Today from 4:00 - 6:00 downtown businesses here will be giving out candy to trick-or-treaters. It's something they do every year since we don't have much in the way of neighborhoods around here, unless you count driving down winding mountain roads from farm to farm. (Okay, parts of it aren't that rural, but it's not far off.) Last year, the kiddo made off with a fair bit of candy, and they shut off access to main street so it's safe for us to walk around. It's quite impressive and pleasant. After that, we'll be doing laundry. Ugh.

This month's budget may be shot since I fear I'm about to have to sink a lot of money into the truck in the form of new brakes. I'm hoping Sam can throw in a little toward that.

In WoW news, I got Savitry up to 70 and now she's tearing through the Borean Tundra. I'm going to push hard to get her up higher and then see if I can't wrangle some guildies into helping me learn how to tank. Even if I can't use her in Steadfast raids, it'll be nice to have her on stand-by for those nights when there's too many DPS and Folami can't go. There's always pugs (I know, I know) looking for tanks. I really love DPS on Folami, but I'm learning there's just something completely awesome about pulling four or five monsters and watching them try really hard to kill me and fail. All the while, I'm bashing their faces in. It's quite different than all those times I had to witness Folami getting overrun and squished.

And now to go snuggle with Sam for a bit since I've had a bad bout of anxiety-induced insomnia this weekend. Blargh.
jadedmusings: (Sherlock - Laptop intervention)
• I've finally chosen a night for a "free" RP event for Steadfast. Given that the Hallow's End world even starts tomorrow, I'm doing a masquerade ball. I'm a bit nervous about hosting this and hoping I can come up with something to at least get the ball rolling (pun unintentional yet no less hilarious), something that'll keep people interested and entertained. I've planned for three hours, though I expect that people will be coming and going. (That reminds me, I need to make a note of that on the announcement.) There's going to be a costume contest and we're coming up with in-game prizes to hand out.

• I am running on two hours of sleep right now. I couldn't take a nap because I had to pick up the kiddo at 11:30 and I have to leave here in about 45 minutes to get back to the school for a meeting with the kiddo's teacher at 1:20. I'm anxious about it, partly because I'm tired and partly because I'm worried there's going to be a need for me to once more emphasize that the kiddo can handle his workload. (Sam will be there, so that makes me feel a little better at least.)

• Due the aforementioned insomnia, I haven't trusted myself to try and write today. I do have questions for you, Solivar, but I might not be able to post them until later this afternoon. I can tell you I'm stealing the memories-in-a-soulstone idea for something Fol is doing.

• After the teacher meeting, we're all going out for a cheap lunch and then grocery shopping. During that I'm going to pick out a meal for Sam's birthday, though I still haven't the faintest idea what I'm going to cook for him. Bah, I took him out for a nice dinner Thursday. :p

• A pair of jeans I purchased last year around my birthday that were snug-fitting-but-not-too-tight have gone into the realm of, "Holy crap, I can put them on and off while they're still buttoned! O_o" So, yeah, I thought I was losing weight, and I know how I did it too. Not eating well due to stress. So, I guess it's kind of a double-edge sword thing. Good and bad, but really, I'm not eating a lot because I don't feel like it and I don't really feel any different, just annoyed that this wonderful pair of jeans is now sagging in the butt. (Dad's genes at work. The first place I gain or lose weight is my butt that somehow still manages to be rather round despite the way it seems to shrink.)

• Time to go wake the sleeping bear AKA Sam since we have to hit the road soon. More later unless I pass out this afternoon.
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Misty at Shakesville made a post to remind everyone that October isn't only Breast Cancer Awareness, it's also a month for Domestic Violence Awareness.

Something hit me I wasn't expecting to:

Physical Abuse It isn't "only" hitting, slapping, choking, shoving. It also is using the body to intimidate. Physical abuse is also causing fear and intimidation via punching holes in walls/doors and throwing objects. It is intentionally scaring a partner by driving unsafely. It is preventing a partner from leaving their home. [Underline Mine]

I suppose getting in someone's face and possibly yelling to cow them into backing down would count too. By the end of it all, there were several holes in the walls of the home I shared with Tofu. Most were from his fist during fights, or sometimes when he was mad at something else. Two were from thrown items. One hole in particular was from him throwing a dining room chair at the wall while fighting. He once destroyed a carpet sweeper after I managed to leave the house to get away from him for a couple of hours--he'd tried to stop me by switching to begging and crying and trying to wrap his arms around my legs, which brings me to the next thing, one I already knew.

Emotional Abuse It is real--not being hit or raped doesn't mean not being abused. Emotional abusers isolate their victims. Emotional abusers will use emotional blackmail, guilt, and shame to get victims to stay and may threaten suicide if they leave.

My mother can fit in here somewhat, but again, so does Tofu. Whenever I tried to talk about what was wrong, it always got back to how I was guilty of the same things. I could at least leave the house if I wanted because I was the only licensed driver (see above as to why that was laughable even though I bought into it at the time and felt endless amounts of guilt). Another strange thing was that I'd go to him for comfort and it'd always wind up that I was comforting him. Something about me became all about him. It never failed. I couldn't be the only one going through crap, he had it rough too.

I think the worst times were when he'd get really quiet. Sometimes I could see him trembling with rage, but most of the time he'd sit there and just, well, sit there. Eventually there'd be an explosion either with a thrown item or with him screaming, but it was the waiting for the explosion that always sucked.

And yet because Tofu never raped me or hit me, it's hard for me to feel like I have a right to talk about what happened in that house as abuse. Add in the fact that he was both slightly shorter and had a smaller frame, and I worry people would never believe he could physically intimidate me. Maybe he couldn't have if the foundation for male intimidation hadn't been laid for him by previous men. I guess that's why sometimes I look at Sam who is over six feet tall and considerably larger than Tofu or me and feel boggled that with him I feel safe. With him I don't worry about having a disagreement (well, not like I did with Tofu at least). I know even if we're mad that I won't have property destroyed around me and that he won't get in my face unless it's to hug or kiss me (when I'm receptive to it), and if I need comfort I get it.

I don't know why I'm sharing this. Maybe someone else can read it and feel, I don't know, like, "Hey, that's me," or, "I'm not alone." It's not exactly what I'd call comforting, though maybe it is in some way. And maybe there's a couple of people who will read this and go, "Aha, that explains a few things."

As far as the kiddo goes, I don't know how much he remembers. He was four when we finally moved out, and due to all the time I was spending with Dad that last year, things had sort of calmed down at home, but it was no less tense. His speech delay makes it difficult to have conversations about what happened long ago and what he remembers. Someday that'll change, but for now I can't really learn much. So far he doesn't seem to show any ill effects from it, but time will tell if he does remember and if he'll understand why I chose to leave his biological father.
jadedmusings: (Ming Ming Sewious)
We had to write sentences with the kiddo's spelling words as we do every Tuesday for homework. One of his words is badge. While trying to help him come up with a sentence, we had a moment that made me giggle.

Jade: "Let's think. Who wears a badge?"
Kiddo: "The man."

He was quick to correct himself and say "policeman," but I couldn't keep from laughing because I'm a horrible person. The kiddo thought it was funny because he slipped up and I didn't tell him otherwise, and I'm glad he realized I wasn't laughing at him.


Sep. 26th, 2011 09:24 am
jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Castiel Air Quotes)
A couple of weeks ago Sam had a cold. This devious virus allowed me to think I'd escaped its clutches so that it might completely clobber me yesterday. I went from "Hmm, my throat is a little scratchy," late Saturday night/early Sunday morning to, "Mah doze doedn't work!" in no time flat.

Given that I couldn't sleep and I was afraid to take Nyquil since I'd rather be tired and coherent than spending an entire day in a medically induced fog (this is why I never wanted to try illegal drugs; OTC drugs can fuck me up just fine on their own, particularly the ones with sleep aids), I elected to turn off my alarm when I woke up at 4:00 AM. This means the kiddo who, apart from coughing and sounding only a little stuffy, is staying home from school today. He did have a stuffy nose this weekend and had trouble falling asleep last night, which knowing him will be the only symptoms he'll get and he'll be A-OK tomorrow.

He's not getting off easy, though. He has a project to work on for school and we have reading to do, plus I'm pretty sure I know what his math assignment will be. Also, I can log online now and he can do his spelling homework there, which doing it on my computer will be like a treat for him. (If only I'd had this back in the day, huh?)

Today's agenda is drinking water, lots of water (drank OJ yesterday), and resting a lot.
jadedmusings: (Ming Ming Sewious)
So we ordered some Scholastic books for the kiddo through the school and they arrived today, much to his excitement. (NOT the dilemma.)

One of the things we ordered was a three-book collection of E.B. White novels. The dilemma is that I remember reading Charlotte's Web in second grade (same age as the kiddo) and I thought I might read it to him.

How am I ever going to get through it without bawling at the end and possibly freaking the kiddo out?

(Totally not a serious post.)

The other two books in that collection are The Trumpet of the Swan and Stuart Little.

On the plus side, I managed to convince him to get Sideways Stories from Wayside School by Louis Sachar, a book I read repeatedly as a child. I predict much giggling.
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Aang Water Octopus)
This being the second week of school, the students in the kiddo's class have been doing some assessment testing for reading and math so the teacher can figure out where everyone's strengths and weaknesses lie. Plus, she can design classroom groups to benefit students who might be lagging in one area or another. I have to say the kiddo's scores surprised me in unexpected ways.

On reading, he scored a 2.3 which translates into being at a "second grade level plus three months" and in the fifty-eighth percentile nationally. So, he's right on target for his reading level, which came as no real shock to me. What I didn't know is that he also had a math assessment, and today I learned he scored a 2.4 on and put him in the seventy-first percentile nationally for his grade. Now, at the end of kindergarten, he tested somewhat low in math and after last year, he was able to keep up though I was under the impression he was still a little behind. This assessment told me differently, and I have to admit it was quite surprising to see him performing better on math than reading. I was always the opposite on my test scores (math was always my weakest subject). I mean, it's not a huge difference either way and I know this wasn't exactly rigorous testing, but it was nice to see he's managed to catch up in math. I suppose I should have taken a hint when we did math homework this week that included word problems and also picking out the greater number and he flew right through it. Those are two things he had a little difficulty with last year due to his trouble processing language sometimes.

Also, he had his first spelling test of the year today. The teacher did accidentally mark one word correct that was spelled wrong, but other than that he got every word right plus the extra credit. His first test score was 109, and so we're starting the year off on the right foot, I think.

The other good news is that his teacher told me last week he had no trouble talking to her right away (usually he takes a bit to warm up to a teacher) and that he was initiating conversations with his peers. This was something that was worrisome last year, and he seems to be saying he's playing with others at recess so far. I'll speak to his teacher again this week to make sure he's still excited about socializing, but I take this as a positive sign and that he's continuing to improve with regard to his language delay.

I expect we'll hit a few rough spots about mid-year when the material becomes a little more challenging, though I'm not as anxious about it as I was after learning this.
jadedmusings: (Sherlock - Wrong)
Disclaimer: This is not a post about whether or not it's okay to spank your child. This is about the attitudes about how children should behave in public and the perception that poor parenting is always to blame when a child isn't exhibiting perfect behavior.

I've made no secret of the fact the kiddo has a couple of developmental delays, one of which is a speech delay. He's always been an incredibly bright, happy, and well behaved child, but no child is ever perfect 100% of the time, and when he was a toddler and unable to effectively communicate his desires and needs, there were moments when he would become so frustrated with his inability to make us understand that he would tantrum. Sometimes these tantrums happened when we were out in public and there would be much screaming and crying and occasionally flailing as I tried to keep him from running away from me.

One day, after a long day on a family outing, exhaustion combined with a lack of positive reinforcement caught up with the kiddo (then three years old) while we were in the middle of Best Buy. The catalyst was that he wanted something and we failed to understand him. Unwilling to play the "Show me what you want" game, he had a meltdown right there in the middle of the family portion of the DVD section. Naturally this meant I could almost hear several dozen necks creaking as other customers slowly turned to stare at the Terrible Mother and Bratty Child who had dared to spoil their evening of milling around a public place. Per usual, the responsibility for getting the kiddo to calm down and use his words fell to me because, well, I'm mommy and had previous experience with this sort of thing prior to becoming a parent. (Any trace of bitterness directed toward my ex is not exactly imagined.)

It didn't take long for me to realize that the kiddo was way overstimulated and not going to calm down until he was completely removed from the situation and allowed several minutes to cool off. I'd been down this road plenty of times, though not always in public (minus an incident at an IHOP) and knew that I was going to have to carry him out the door whether he cooperated or not. On the way out the door some "enlightened" individual snidely remarked, "Well somebody needs a spanking!"

Had I not had my arms wrapped around a squirling and wailing child, said individual would have gotten an earful with regard to context and how hard it is to raise a child in this world without asshats regularly making commentary about what they think is wrong with either your child, your parenting, or both. Instead, I walked away to four years later bring it up again after reading through comments on a Shakesville post regarding CNN's LZ Granderson's most recent column yet again shaming parents (mostly mothers) for failing to properly beat their children into submission control their children in public spaces. And as with all pieces I've seen in this vein, there is never any sort of understanding that some children can't help but lose control, that parents can't always maintain absolute control of a situation, or that sometimes kids are, well, kids and act accordingly and none of this is necessarily a reflection of a parent's inability to rear a child. Never is any consideration given to children with social and/or developmental disorders. Never is there any consideration for the fact that the other 99% of the time the child is otherwise well behaved and is just having a bad day. No one ever considers that the only way for a child to learn how to behave in public is to, get this, actually get out in public. No, the child is always a selfish brat and the parent (again, usually the mother) is entirely too permissive and never sets any boundaries.

I'm not exactly a stranger to spanking, but in the situation I described spanking would have only served to increase the kiddo's already-high anxiety. Even worse, it would further confuse a child whose biggest crime was lacking the proper tools to express his anger and frustration in an appropriate manner. And when I'm already feeling embarrassed, when I already see several pairs of eyes on me and hearing the mumbled, "What's wrong with that kid?" the last thing that helps is a suggestion that I must physically punish my child for something he has little control over.

Look, I've been the adult in a restaurant where someone's kid decides now is a good opportunity to show mommy and daddy they have a well developed set of lungs. And I'm not saying that there aren't places where you should reasonably expect to be child-free (ask me about the time I was at an R-rated horror movie with a three-year-old in the audience). Those times are frustrating and perhaps real examples of bad parenting choices, but context is always important. That child throwing himself to the floor and kicking and yelling might have never done that before and the parent is as bewildered as you are annoyed, perhaps even more. And I assure you, that parent is absolutely embarrassed and wishing she or he could crawl into a hole and emerge twenty years later after the child has been through college and has children of his own.

In public places where families and children go to, kids are going to have moments when they're more like devils than angels. Adults have them too, but we allow them the excuse of having bad days or [Insert Noun Here] Rage of one sort or another. And sometimes that child and parent are navigating over communication hurdles most people never have to worry about. Sometimes that child is actually terrified, confused, and lost, or might not even know what they feel and only know that it's scary and please won't somebody help them? One bad moment is not necessarily a reflection of an entire life.

Empathy, how does it work?
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Abby For Me?)

That's a genuine smile and not one of his "smile for the camera" fakes. He was trying to dodge the camera and giggling while he told me not to take his picture. Unfortunately for the kiddo, his mother is pretty quick with the clicking. :)

Taken today at the Emerald Mines where Sam's dad's band did an hour-long gig.


Mar. 15th, 2011 06:16 pm
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Aang Water Octopus)
A couple of weeks ago, I was in the bathroom getting ready to jump in the shower since I was feeling cruddy (it was late afternoon). The kiddo completely ignores Sam sitting on the couch and runs down the hall to knock on the bathroom door.

Kiddo: "Mom? I want a snack."
Jade: "Okay, I'll make one after I get out the shower."

According to Sam, this happened a few minutes later.

* Kiddo walks across the living room toward the hall, once more completely ignoring the fact there's another adult there who could just as easily get him a desired snack. He pauses once he hits the hallway and hears the running water.
Kiddo: "She's still in the shower! Ugh!" (stomps off back to the other room)

Last week after I picked him up from school:

Jade: "What did you do at school today?"
Kiddo: "Math assessment."
Jade: "Oh, I bet that was rough."
Kiddo: "Yes. (sighs heavily) Seventeen pages!"

And today while I'm taking a break while dinner cooks on the stove.

* Kiddo walks into the living room, stands in front of me, and jumps up and flaps his arms.
Kiddo: (sighs) "I can't fly!"
* Kiddo walks back to the bedroom and resumes playing his game without another word.

Yeah, he's my kid all right.
jadedmusings: (BtVS - Buffy does not approve)
...someone who is not me.

I mentioned on Twitter that the kiddo spent his weekend in bed with a mild fever and stuffy head. Even though he was doing better by Sunday evening, I kept him home from school yesterday just to be safe and so he could go 24 hours without a fever. Yesterday evening the kiddo was back to his old self for the most part, and he felt well enough to joke around with Sam and me.

This morning, I get the kiddo up for school, and while he got out of bed with no problem, getting dressed was another story. He fussed immediately and said he felt sick, acting like he might vomit at any minute. Now, I already knew that there is a stomach virus that's going around the school, so I erred on the side of caution and told the kiddo that I'd let him stay home for a couple of hours; however, if he didn't start running a fever and/or throwing up, he was going to school. What followed was two hours of the kiddo trying to play games, flopping around on the couch, and in general Not Being Sick. Both Sam and I figured he just didn't want to go to school. So, when 9:00 AM rolled around, we packed up and headed for school.

When we got to the school, I noticed he seemed a little sluggish, so I asked him if he felt sick. "No. I feel good," which normally means all is well. I explained to the secretary and his teacher that he had been sick all weekend and that I kept him in this morning since he said he'd felt sick, but seeing as he wasn't vomiting or running fever, I brought him in. Everyone seemed to agree this was a great idea. The teacher mentioned she had seven students out yesterday and five today, and even the secretary apparently spent the weekend in bed due to this stomach virus.

Fifteen minutes later I pulled up to the house only to have Sam meet me at the door. "The school called. Not two minutes after you left, he puked. A lot." Cue me scrambling back to the truck and doing my best to get back to the school ASAP. When I got there, he was lying down in the nurse's office looking very miserable. I, of course, have been feeling so, so, so guilty.

The nurse reassured me that I had done the right thing and that the kiddo wasn't running a fever (she checked it after he got sick and then again before we left, it was normal). Once we got home, the kiddo gravitated toward the television and right now he's playing video games. Had he not gotten sick at school, I'd still suspect him of feigning sick so he could just stay home. Knowing how stomach viruses treat me and how he was last year when he had one, I bet he'll keep acting fine until the next time his stomach decides to heave its contents.

So, yeah, this weekend was rough and this week is shaping up to be..."lovely."
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Okay, a happier post.

Seven years ago today, at 9:22 PM, this eight-pound two-ounce baby entered into my life:

He screamed and cried for about two hours straight. Two days later, he was still crying, but he managed to be quiet long enough to take this picture:

The crying eventually stopped when my milk came in and he was the happiest most well-adjusted baby any mother could ask for. That little baby is still my baby to me, but he's now a little over four feet tall and almost out of fingers on his second hand to show how old he is. His life hasn't always been easy and he's had some challenges, but he too stubborn to give up.

My baby has a love of video games, books, and all things Spongebob. He's also a bit of a geek and is already picking up on some of the ins and outs of City of Heroes from watching me play and he likes Star Wars and is showing an interest in Dungeons and Dragons. He reads better than I did at his age and he brings a smile to the face of nearly everyone he encounters. He's still a happy child (when he's not tired or cranky from being sick) and he's taught me more about myself and about life than I think I'll ever be able to teach him.

My little baby still loves to cuddle with me on the couch to read a book or watch a movie, and he always has a hug for me when I pick him up from school or when he wakes up in the morning. It makes me a little sad when I pick him up and I realize that in another year, I might not be able to carry him to bed when he wants it. He's getting so big.

But he'll always be my baby.

Happy birthday, Kiddo. I love you more than I'll ever be able to say.

Snow Day

Dec. 6th, 2010 05:56 pm
jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Bobby Holiday Idjits)

December 6, 2010

Today is a snow day for all the schools in our county, and not ten minutes ago, I got another phone call informing me tomorrow will be another snow day. This is an area that's prepared for winter weather, but the problem is that the snow simply hasn't stopped, and when most of the residents (like us) live on windy, narrow mountain roads, it's rather dangerous to attempt going anywhere and nigh impossible to clear certain roadways. If the snow had let up any instead of steadily falling all day long, I suspect we'd be having school tomorrow.

In order to alleviate some cabin fever, we went outside to take some pictures and check out the scenery. Sam also tried to take out the trash to put in the back of my truck for disposal, except he couldn't open my tail gate because it was frozen shut. And let me just say now, Sam is rather strong, so that door is just stuck.

As far as driving anywhere, well, we went shopping yesterday evening to pick up some food because we kind of had an inkling today would be a bit rough. When we got back home, I had to shift into four-wheel drive to park my car in the usual spot. Welcome to life in the Appalachain Mountains.

This is why I'm glad I kept Dad's truck. Without four-wheel drive, I couldn't have made it up my driveway last night.

Even so, this hasn't made me love North Carolina any less. I can tolerate the cold and the snow because this seems like a fine Spring Day compared to how cold it got in Maine during the winter.

Anyway, enjoy some more pictures. Kiddo, Sasha, and goats under the cut. )
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Jimmy Geekalicious)
So, I'm catching up on some linkspam in various journals I lurk, and I found a link to the Red Riding Hood trailer. I think I've read a review of the book it's based on and I remember feeling unimpressed by the premise and the characters, but Gary Oldman's name was attached so I had to watch out of morbid curiosity.

The kiddo was in the room with me and wandered over to see what I was watching. I watched the trailer and, as suspected, I was severely underwhelmed by it (also by the lack of Gary Oldman save for two seconds).

Kiddo: (After the trailer ends, in a very unimpressed tone.) "That's no good."

Ladies and gentlmen, I have raised him well. He knows bad movies when he sees them. My son is wise for his young years.
jadedmusings: (R&G Are Dead - Players Die)
Just a general update:

• I'm alive, things are stressful but survivable.

• Spent the last couple of days with Sam celebrating his birthday, which was actually on Sunday. He's 31 so everyone can point at him and say, "Ollllllld." His father was so kind to pull him aside and tell him, "Numerically you are now closer to 40 than you are to 20." (Now you people on IRC can see where Sam gets it from, and also maybe see why I like his family so much.) And ignore the fact that I'll be 30 on New Year's Day.

• There's still abunch of stuff happening within my own family and it is affecting me. It's getting so bad Mom told me today, "Be glad you're up there and no longer here." *sigh*

• Friday's Supernatural episode recap will be up either later tonight or tomorrow afternoon for all zero of you who read it. It was another decent episode.

• Kiddo is coming down with another head cold. This one seems to be starting out with some coughing and tonight is going to see me checking to make sure he doesn't spike a fever.

• Speaking of the kiddo, yesterday was Parents' Day at his school and his report card was awesome. We also went to the book fair where he got abunch of books we'll be reading together.

• I'm having a flare-up of the old anxiety possibly due to lack of restful sleep. I know I'll be better by this weekend, but until then I'm having to work my way through it which is never terribly fun.

• There's not much else going on. I'll probably be writing some silly posts and some serious "thinky" posts later about weird stuff like relationships, the paranormal, and parenting.

And now the kiddo is asking for a brownie (we have some left-over from the awesome dinner I made Sam on Monday) and it sounds so pathetic given that his nose is getting increasingly stuffy. I'm such a push-over...sometimes.
jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Castiel pass the ammuniti)
So, there's this mommy-related blog I lurk from time to time. In all honesty, outside of being mothers to boys (well, boy in my case) and the occasional love of snapping pictures of family members and pets, I dare say we don't have that much in common. However, it's a blog I enjoy reading and it's almost always guaranteed to at least get a chuckle or two out of me.

There are some theme days at this blog, and one of them is Thank You Very Much Thursdays, which actually originated at a different blog, but I wanted to start participating.

It’s Free Therapy Day!! That’s right, it’s Thursday, which means it’s the Thank You Very Much day. The way it works is that you take out all your frustrations on people/things that peeved you off during the week and thank them in a very sarcastic way, for being who or what they are/doing what they did. I know everyone can use some free therapy, so go ahead and type yours out, grab my button from my sidebar, and then link up with me so that we can all share in each other’s therapy.

To the Subway Sandiwch Artist. Thank you oh so very much for trying to undermine me, a complete stranger, and offering a small cup so my son could get a Coke after I said no. I understand my son was upset, but he's six years old and had just been picked up from school where he had a full day of school on top of Occupational Therapy. He was tired and cranky. When I held my ground and said no again, I saw that look you gave me. Yes, I'm one of those mothers who doesn't let her child drink soda whenever he wants, and I do mean no when I say it.

To my son's new speech therapist. I have no problem that you want to reassess my son, after all we're in a new state in a new school. I'm glad he's getting a new test considering just how far along he's come since last year's testing in South Carolina. I only wish you'd have called me ahead of time to make sure I could make a meeting at 8:00 AM on Wednesday morning to discuss planning a new IEP. Thank you very much for scheduling it anyway. I'm just glad I can make it because I'm a lazy bum who hasn't found a job yet.

To the kiddo. Thank you very much for lying to me when I asked if you had to go potty. I admire your ability to continue lying when I ask you if you've had an accident when I can see your wet pants. If you had been honest with me, I could have stopped at a gas station. The only reason why you're getting off so lightly is because I remember pulling the same sorts of stunts with your Grandma and your late Papa when I was your age and having accidents in those frilly dresses your Grandma made me wear. Yes, I know it sucks to use public restrooms, but this is what happens when you don't go potty when your body tells you it needs to go. Sometimes, we just can't get home in time. Sorry, buddy.
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That's the kiddo holding up his medal. He earned the Principal's Award for August in recognition of his good manners and respectful attitude. According to the kiddo, only he and one other student got the award for this month, though I think there'll be one selected for each grade. Maybe.

Not bad for being in an entirely new school for not-quite three weeks, eh? Also not bad for a child whose first teacher thought he needed an aide and wouldn't adjust to school.

I'm so proud of him, I could burst.

Now to resume waiting for FedEx. (More on that continuing saga later.)
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A lighter post after my long-ass day.

A scene from this morning:

*Jade and kiddo are sitting on the couch watching TV.*
*Kiddo throws his arms around Jade's neck and gives a very big hug and a kiss.*
JADE: "Aw, what was that for?"
KIDDO: "Because I want a DS and Super Mario DS for Christmas."

Once he learns subtlety, he'll be really dangerous. And yes, we've been discussing the possibility he can get his own Nintendo DS for Christmas.


And it's true, since I finally have broadband, I've answered the siren call of an MMO. I've tried out City of Heroes/Villains and I like it. Currently I've got a villain over on the Virtue server (Level 11 Stalker). Once I get her up a little bit, I might build a hero, but being evil is so fun. I'm checking out the rp-scene too. So far it's been a mix bag of interesting and then so bad it's hilarious (more of the latter than the former).
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The kiddo is attending his first day of first grade in a new school. I'm, of course, feeling anxious and hoping he adjusts to a new place relatively quickly. Not sure when I'll meet his new speech therapist -- hopefully within the next couple of weeks. I did meet his teacher this morning and she seemed very nice and a couple of his classmates did too.

Anyway, to distract myself, I spent a little bit of time outside with the camera this morning. As usual, there's fog rolling through and it reminds me of why some of this area is known as the Great Smoky Mountains. We've only been here since Saturday and I still have a lot of work to do on the house in addition to finding a job, but in all honesty, I've never felt more at ease in a new place than I do here. And if nothing else, the view here is worth it.

From my front yard this morning:

Four more under the cut, including goats, and a baby cow! )
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Since today was unusually cool for June -- very unusually cool -- the kiddo and I spent a few minutes outdoors with the camera and both dogs. I tried very hard to get some decent shots of Sasha and Penny together, but, well, I'm not a miracle worker.

Three more puppeh pictures under the cut, with bonus kiddo cameo! )


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