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averygoodun42) wrote2010-11-15 02:00 pm
averygoodun42) wrote2010-11-15 02:00 pm
It seems I'm back. (Quick! Activate the lj-cuts!)
Four thank you notes. That's all I have left to do. But not just any four thank you notes, but the four most important thank you notes. Thank you notes of import should not be so damned difficult to write. Or even face. Of course I know that the difficulty lies in their importance, but still... In the scheme of things, they are just little notes of thanks and friendship. And if I say something wrong, the recipients aren't going to lynch me. They're my friends after all!
Babe has had another jump in artistic ability. Geoff and I came home from church yesterday to a new sign on the door comprised of cartoon figures. I seriously wondered if one of his (younger) babysitters had come by and helped him out. But no, he's just progressed again. If he continues at this rate, he'll be beyond my abilities by the time he reaches high school.
Babe is also... *sigh* He's been such a good boy at home. OMG, has he been a good boy. He's sweet, affectionate, helpful, tractable (as tractable as six-year-old ODD kids get) and, well, lovely. At school, however...
There are many factors at work, I know. First is that it's now two and a half months into school, so everyone more or less knows each other and the routine, so it's time to figure out the pecking order.
Second is that I was very, very sick and then very, very tired for a long time. I'm still needing more rest than my normal. That's a BIG stressor for a little kid. Especially a kid who keeps it all bottled up. 'Cause he doesn't talk about stuff like that. Nope.
Third is that my mum's stay has passed the three week mark. This is a disruption to his home life. And considering he has never, ever, ever dealt well with change (except being born - that change he liked because it meant more roooooooom!), having someone taking up nearly a third of the house for a very long time is a big deal.
Fourth, Geoff has been doing the 40-hour work-day thing again, so he just hasn't been around.
Fifth, he is so far beyond what they're teaching it's not even funny. (This month's task: counting from 0-10 in order. Seriously? He's been doing that for at least two years! He can count up to 100 by ones, twos, fives and tens, and can add and even subtract, for heaven's sake! His reading is less advanced, but the fact that he is now ready to learn and is doing a good job sounding out words is far beyond their "the" and "a" curriculum. Bah.) And we all know how much a killer boredom is.
Sixth, he's been fighting a bug for at least a week, if not two. Who doesn't get cranky when sick? Except Babe, when he's home sick, that is...
And then there's the small detail of him being a boy. A tractable boy is a far cry from a tractable girl, in general terms. And he's so very much a boy. (Odd creatures, boys.)
So is it a surprise he's acting up at school? No. Does that mean I should just accept it? Wellllllll... I'm not coming down hard on him. Geoff (and I) talk to him about it a bit, but honestly, I think that it will resolve itself pretty soon. And if it doesn't, but escalates instead, then, well, people will be talked with and to and plans devised and all that. Parent-teacher conferences are week after next. We'll find out the real deal then.
(And gotta say, in Babe's at-home imaginings of school, the teachers sure do use a pretty harsh tone for bad behavior considering it's KINDERGARTEN!)
Huh. Didn't realize I had that much to write. It's a bit of a relief to have written all that without any trouble, though, seeing as I've been having a difficult time with words lately. Nothing like aphasia, but... I've been jokingly excusing it as my brain bruise, though it's almost certainly more to do with my energy level than anything. Spoken words and I have never had an easy relationship, and it's always far worse when I'm tired.
(And lest any of you worry, I am confident that I suffered no lasting brain damage, if any at all, from the meningitis. None. It was disconcerting to not be able to think of Babe's pediatrician's name in the ER, except that her name had a z in it, but that was the only example of brain trauma I exhibited (that I know of). And I do that forgetting thing all the time when I'm completely zonked, which I was at that point in time. So no worries, okay? Any brain damage that has occurred in my life happened long ago and has made me who I am today - a warped and twisted individual.)
And now I should go do my day's work and make my bed. And after that, work on my art. I have fifteen days to get enough work done and ready for the church show in December. Eek.
Babe has had another jump in artistic ability. Geoff and I came home from church yesterday to a new sign on the door comprised of cartoon figures. I seriously wondered if one of his (younger) babysitters had come by and helped him out. But no, he's just progressed again. If he continues at this rate, he'll be beyond my abilities by the time he reaches high school.
Babe is also... *sigh* He's been such a good boy at home. OMG, has he been a good boy. He's sweet, affectionate, helpful, tractable (as tractable as six-year-old ODD kids get) and, well, lovely. At school, however...
There are many factors at work, I know. First is that it's now two and a half months into school, so everyone more or less knows each other and the routine, so it's time to figure out the pecking order.
Second is that I was very, very sick and then very, very tired for a long time. I'm still needing more rest than my normal. That's a BIG stressor for a little kid. Especially a kid who keeps it all bottled up. 'Cause he doesn't talk about stuff like that. Nope.
Third is that my mum's stay has passed the three week mark. This is a disruption to his home life. And considering he has never, ever, ever dealt well with change (except being born - that change he liked because it meant more roooooooom!), having someone taking up nearly a third of the house for a very long time is a big deal.
Fourth, Geoff has been doing the 40-hour work-day thing again, so he just hasn't been around.
Fifth, he is so far beyond what they're teaching it's not even funny. (This month's task: counting from 0-10 in order. Seriously? He's been doing that for at least two years! He can count up to 100 by ones, twos, fives and tens, and can add and even subtract, for heaven's sake! His reading is less advanced, but the fact that he is now ready to learn and is doing a good job sounding out words is far beyond their "the" and "a" curriculum. Bah.) And we all know how much a killer boredom is.
Sixth, he's been fighting a bug for at least a week, if not two. Who doesn't get cranky when sick? Except Babe, when he's home sick, that is...
And then there's the small detail of him being a boy. A tractable boy is a far cry from a tractable girl, in general terms. And he's so very much a boy. (Odd creatures, boys.)
So is it a surprise he's acting up at school? No. Does that mean I should just accept it? Wellllllll... I'm not coming down hard on him. Geoff (and I) talk to him about it a bit, but honestly, I think that it will resolve itself pretty soon. And if it doesn't, but escalates instead, then, well, people will be talked with and to and plans devised and all that. Parent-teacher conferences are week after next. We'll find out the real deal then.
(And gotta say, in Babe's at-home imaginings of school, the teachers sure do use a pretty harsh tone for bad behavior considering it's KINDERGARTEN!)
Huh. Didn't realize I had that much to write. It's a bit of a relief to have written all that without any trouble, though, seeing as I've been having a difficult time with words lately. Nothing like aphasia, but... I've been jokingly excusing it as my brain bruise, though it's almost certainly more to do with my energy level than anything. Spoken words and I have never had an easy relationship, and it's always far worse when I'm tired.
(And lest any of you worry, I am confident that I suffered no lasting brain damage, if any at all, from the meningitis. None. It was disconcerting to not be able to think of Babe's pediatrician's name in the ER, except that her name had a z in it, but that was the only example of brain trauma I exhibited (that I know of). And I do that forgetting thing all the time when I'm completely zonked, which I was at that point in time. So no worries, okay? Any brain damage that has occurred in my life happened long ago and has made me who I am today - a warped and twisted individual.)
And now I should go do my day's work and make my bed. And after that, work on my art. I have fifteen days to get enough work done and ready for the church show in December. Eek.
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brain-damagememory loss after breaking my ankle, whether it be from the anaesthetics or from the morphine. Much, much worse.