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little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
Had a small moment of – seriously, we might be broke, but we’re not buying $300 purses or anything idiotic. Just indulging our taste in cereal. A minor offense in the financial world when you get down to it.
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
A morning glory reminded me of Catherineaq. Like a smile from a friend to start my day.
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
One of our local high school teachers is on paid leave while he is investigated for inappropriate (ie illegal) behavior in relation to a minor (not one in school – evidently a police officer on the internet). Details are fuzzy, but lots of talk is going on, especially since the arrest took place right as the school year opened.
This did not especially phase me. These things happen, sadly, and it’s in the alleged state still, and no one has even suggested inappropriate behavior with any students or even with real live minors.
Found out today that he’s the husband of an acquaintance, a friend of my mil, with kids in elementary or middle school.
And that really brought home how absolutely awful the situation was. Before I just imagined this single guy with some obvious issues that should probably preclude employment involving minors (not to belittle the alleged crime, but I’m still thinking best case scenario).
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
Probably not.
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
Cody is home, at least for a few days. Nothing is resolved, but he’s much happier, his mama feels much more sane, and he can finally get back down on the floor and walk again.
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
Moyamoya disease. http://www.childrenshospital.org/clinicalservices/Site2156/mainpageS2156P0.html
But other less clear, and possibly less devastating possibilities. But nothing as minor as epilepsy, to give you an idea of what they’re looking at.
After visiting last night, I came home and kissed my sweet healthy babies. In the morning, Noodle cuddled with us in bed. Exactly what I needed. Need.
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
Cody – mentioned earlier – had another bad seizure. Spent a few days at Yale NH hospital. May have come home tonight. The spot seen in an MRI is larger, and there are additional spots. One doctor described it as ‘his brain is deteriorating.’ Feel so powerless to help or comfort.
Woke up this morning simply grateful for my family’s health. For my stable marriage. For my children, full stop.
If money is the trial in my life, it’s at least one that has a potential resolution.
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
Really. And if this is all a big set up to encourage me to appreciate the good aspects of my life, really, I’m good. I’ve got it.
A friend has been hovering over the decision of whether to divorce her husband since last spring. In the mean time she became pregnant, which really seemed to make her decision for her.
But today I got an email saying that they had finished filling out the paperwork to file for divorce.
I am really and truly grateful for my marriage. I don’t take it for granted. I am really grateful that I have a partner with whom I share ethical, moral, and practical perspectives on life. (At least close enough.) I am grateful.
I may be a bitch at times, but he tells me to go take a nap, he doesn’t think, ‘all the more reason to sleep with someone else.’ (Not to say that other men have this reasoning. Just saying I appreciate that this is his reaction.)
And I know I deserve him, our marriage, our family. We have worked hard together for these relationships and I have no guilt over deserving them. (Unlike some aspects of life where I feel I just lucked out and need to work my ass off to deserve them.)
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
from my camera today.
A bunch of photos that just reflect my kids in ways that make me smile.
Lately J and I have both been around for dinner/bedtime most nights. Really makes me happy and grateful.
Also had a family thing with other families on Sat eve. It was great to be there together.
Not so proud thing: I found myself, within 5 minutes of getting there, wrestling with someone else’s kid over a toy he’d snatched from another child, in an attempt (obviously failed) to broker a reasonable compromise for the boys. I stopped myself when I realized, this is not my kid. I do not know his parents. An ugly little shock at what a kid can provoke me into. I don’t think I ever try that with my own child. My own child would return the item to me if I told him to. In fact, I would guess that almost any of the other 4 year olds there would have.
So there was that little spat, which I reined myself in from. But then I watched this child manipulate, harass, whine, tantrum, and overall be the least enjoyable child I have met in ages. And his mother was of no use at all. She didn’t seem to understand she was in charge. In theory. He’d whine or tantrum and she’d make some lame ass statement about ‘okay we’ll take turns now’ and then not pay attention and give the other kids turns. He attempted to steal a toy he coveted (a flash light) form a little girl who was sitting on her mother’s lap. (He targeted her in particular because he figured out she would get the most upset.)
I was impressed by J, who turned to him and said, “We are eating dinner. We did not ask to listen to you whine and cry. Please go somewhere else.” The child stopped whining. Stood his ground sulking for a minute while we ignored him, then moved on after one last attempt to sneak a hand between me and the mom with the kid on her lap to steal the flash light.
What really makes me unhappy was how much I hated this kid and his mother. Seriously, I’m grateful that I don’t live on their street because I never want my kid to play with T. Never. I don’t want to spend time with his mother. Ever. And I feel incredibly ungenerous and closed minded.
I’m embarrassed and a bit ashamed of the incident in the first 5 minutes, but I think that was barely a factor in the whole evening. He didn’t seem to remember it or me. I think he is desperate for some freaking boundaries and his mother is unwilling to give him any because that would be mean and he’ll cry.
I should be sorry for the kid. But I’m just repulsed. And kind of horrified by the severity of my reaction.
little_terry would like to breathe through her nose.
A friend’s baby has been having seizures. Last I heard, they were under control with meds, but so scary and so much is unknown.
If you are a pray-er, please pray for Cody.
I’m not religious, so all I can do is think of him, and his family with love and hope. Perhaps that’s all prayer is?
