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I'm so very bored. I could be doing a million productive things, but it's after midnight and any of the things I should be doing require some alertness as well as some noisemaking...so it ain't happening. I need to transfer some files from old puter to new puter, but I'm still up in the air about just using the old puter as a third drive and networking all three (mine new and old and Robert's). I don't have a cable for that computer, so I'll probably just use the external drive to transfer stuff over for now.
I know, very exciting.
Robert's been off since Thursday. We've actually had a pretty nice time together. We have only had minimal bickering (like when he insisted on eating pistachios with the shells during Desperate Housewives) but thankfully no major blowouts. I always get nervous when I know he'll be home for an extended period because we usually end up fighting about something stupid and it spins out of control. I'm so glad we avoided that this time.
Lily's coming down with something, although it might just be another tooth. Her upper gums are so swollen. I can actually see all her teeth through the skin, which I don't remember happening with Laszlo. In some pictures she actually looks like she has all her upper teeth because of how close to the surface they are. Considering how painful it looks, she's been a real trooper. Today her cheeks were extra rosy and her eyes were a bit glassy. Also nothing was making her happy and she was arching her back when I tried to hold her. :-(
I'm still upset about what happened with the girls from my infertility group. It basically ended up being 4 phone calls with each of them listening to them tell me why they were angry with me. They all said that it didn't start with the panic attacks and that the panic attacks had nothing to do with why they stopped talking to me. They each had bones to pick but just chose to ignore it and drop me rather than address it. I don't know why I'm pursuing their friendship now. Partly because they were a special part of my life and also because they each told me the reason they were so angry with me was because I was unavailable to them once we all had kids. Whatever.
Hmm...I think that's all. Been thinking about the possibility of a third child in a few years. Nothing that we'd do soon. I would need at least one of them in school for some regular schedule. I don't know how I'd even go to the supermarket with 3 kids. Andrea, how on earth do you get *anything* done???? You amaze me, woman.
Heard from the early intervention people about Laszlo. The OT is recommending occupational therapy for him, but for those stupid things that aren't really wrong (not being able to cut with a scissor, not being able to string beads, not following her directions, etc.) Apparently there's a meeting with the school district and someone from the early intervention office and they invite me to the meeting and we all discuss whether or not Laszlo qualifies for treatment. The more time passes, the more I think that it was a mistake to get him tested in the first place. I know my son. He's really smart. He's really quirky. He's the sweetest boy I know. He's just like several other members of my family, all who are very successful thus far. I think he just hates crowds and loud music. I think he doesn't like being away from his parents. I don't think these things are anything "wrong" with him...it's just who my boy is. We'll see what they recommend. We're certainly not required to do anything they suggest, although I'm kinda curious what would even go on. In a way I feel like I should take their "help" even if it's just so Laszlo can get used to another adult without Mommy right there.
Lastly, my old shrink called me the other day to thank me for the holiday card, say the kids are cute, etc...and then she asked me about my fertility doctor. She asked if she could have his name and number "in case, ya know, I need it for referrals." Now I stopped seeing her professionally when Laszlo was born almost 3 years ago. When we spoke after he was a few months old, I asked her what the statute of limitations was with regard to being friends with your ex-therapist. She said that if we had met in any other circumstance, we'd be best friends, but professionally she didn't think it was right. She actually consulted some other therapists and such and asked their opinions. They all thought it was a bad idea and that it would "undo" the therapy we had done. Um, whatever. But we do speak once in a while and I call her with concerns about Laszlo because she's worked with lots of kids and I always appreciate her advice. Anyway...I had a feeling that she wanted the fertility dr.'s info for herself. So I said, "I'm dying to ask you, is this for you?" Then I said, "But I know I can't ask you that." I could tell over the phone that she was blushing. She said, "Now, I can't answer questions," in this tone that I know she was confirming that it's for her. I said, "Well, ok. Please tell WHOEVER it is you're giving this number to that they can feel free to use my name. Please tell WHOEVER it is, that I wish them luck." We laughed. I still hope that one day we can be friends...maybe she'll call me for some mommy advice in a year or so down the road!
Wow, I'm really rambling now. Has anyone actually read this far?
Hmmm...apple with peanut butter or sleep? Or apple with peanut butter and then sleep? I know, the suspense is killing you.
I know, very exciting.
Robert's been off since Thursday. We've actually had a pretty nice time together. We have only had minimal bickering (like when he insisted on eating pistachios with the shells during Desperate Housewives) but thankfully no major blowouts. I always get nervous when I know he'll be home for an extended period because we usually end up fighting about something stupid and it spins out of control. I'm so glad we avoided that this time.
Lily's coming down with something, although it might just be another tooth. Her upper gums are so swollen. I can actually see all her teeth through the skin, which I don't remember happening with Laszlo. In some pictures she actually looks like she has all her upper teeth because of how close to the surface they are. Considering how painful it looks, she's been a real trooper. Today her cheeks were extra rosy and her eyes were a bit glassy. Also nothing was making her happy and she was arching her back when I tried to hold her. :-(
I'm still upset about what happened with the girls from my infertility group. It basically ended up being 4 phone calls with each of them listening to them tell me why they were angry with me. They all said that it didn't start with the panic attacks and that the panic attacks had nothing to do with why they stopped talking to me. They each had bones to pick but just chose to ignore it and drop me rather than address it. I don't know why I'm pursuing their friendship now. Partly because they were a special part of my life and also because they each told me the reason they were so angry with me was because I was unavailable to them once we all had kids. Whatever.
Hmm...I think that's all. Been thinking about the possibility of a third child in a few years. Nothing that we'd do soon. I would need at least one of them in school for some regular schedule. I don't know how I'd even go to the supermarket with 3 kids. Andrea, how on earth do you get *anything* done???? You amaze me, woman.
Heard from the early intervention people about Laszlo. The OT is recommending occupational therapy for him, but for those stupid things that aren't really wrong (not being able to cut with a scissor, not being able to string beads, not following her directions, etc.) Apparently there's a meeting with the school district and someone from the early intervention office and they invite me to the meeting and we all discuss whether or not Laszlo qualifies for treatment. The more time passes, the more I think that it was a mistake to get him tested in the first place. I know my son. He's really smart. He's really quirky. He's the sweetest boy I know. He's just like several other members of my family, all who are very successful thus far. I think he just hates crowds and loud music. I think he doesn't like being away from his parents. I don't think these things are anything "wrong" with him...it's just who my boy is. We'll see what they recommend. We're certainly not required to do anything they suggest, although I'm kinda curious what would even go on. In a way I feel like I should take their "help" even if it's just so Laszlo can get used to another adult without Mommy right there.
Lastly, my old shrink called me the other day to thank me for the holiday card, say the kids are cute, etc...and then she asked me about my fertility doctor. She asked if she could have his name and number "in case, ya know, I need it for referrals." Now I stopped seeing her professionally when Laszlo was born almost 3 years ago. When we spoke after he was a few months old, I asked her what the statute of limitations was with regard to being friends with your ex-therapist. She said that if we had met in any other circumstance, we'd be best friends, but professionally she didn't think it was right. She actually consulted some other therapists and such and asked their opinions. They all thought it was a bad idea and that it would "undo" the therapy we had done. Um, whatever. But we do speak once in a while and I call her with concerns about Laszlo because she's worked with lots of kids and I always appreciate her advice. Anyway...I had a feeling that she wanted the fertility dr.'s info for herself. So I said, "I'm dying to ask you, is this for you?" Then I said, "But I know I can't ask you that." I could tell over the phone that she was blushing. She said, "Now, I can't answer questions," in this tone that I know she was confirming that it's for her. I said, "Well, ok. Please tell WHOEVER it is you're giving this number to that they can feel free to use my name. Please tell WHOEVER it is, that I wish them luck." We laughed. I still hope that one day we can be friends...maybe she'll call me for some mommy advice in a year or so down the road!
Wow, I'm really rambling now. Has anyone actually read this far?
Hmmm...apple with peanut butter or sleep? Or apple with peanut butter and then sleep? I know, the suspense is killing you.
