Random Tuesday: Could Be Worse Edition

It’s Tuesday once again. We’re in the middle of another busy week, but that’s okay.

• We got a receipt for our processing fees from Stinkerbelle’s preschool that said “This note confirms that Stinkerbelle is registered in Preschool 1 for the 2011/2012 school year.” With a big bold star *”SUBJECT TO SPECIAL NEEDS AND AGE RATIOS.” I’m going to take it to mean that she’s in, but may be moved to a different class. Wouldn’t you read it that way? I would. Anyway. They’ve put her in a class that she is a month too young for, so she’s one of those kids who is in under the age ratios anyway. Plus, with her work with her developmental, OT and speech peeps, she may ALSO be one of the special needs kids. So who knows where she’ll end up? I hope they’ll look at her developmental stuff and decide to move her back down into the younger class. It’s only a month’s difference, but still, she could struggle with the language stuff. Oh well. It’s just preschool. No matter where she ends up, she’s in school and with other kids and learning in a positive environment, so it’s all good.

• On the other hand, the fact that Stinkerbelle has been accepted means that OMG I WILL HAVE FIVE HOURS A WEEK TO MYSELF. That’s five full hours in which I can indulge myself.  And, you know, GO TO A DOCTOR. Or GET NEW GLASSES. Go to PHYSIO, even. Or maybe, if I am feeling really indulgent, GET A HAIRCUT. I know, that is CRAZY TALK.

• Parenting Fail of the Week: This week’s PARENTING FAIL is brought to you by the parents who did not take a monitor with them when they went up to watch TV after putting their daughter to bed. Only to find, 45 minutes later, when one of them checked in on their daughter, to find her standing up, leaning on her bed with her blanket around her shoulders, asleep. Because she had had a big poop AND NOBODY CAME TO HELP AND CHANGE HER. Well done, Mom and Dad.

• Parenting AHA! of the Week: It’s remarkable how much happier a child will be about putting her head in the water at swimming lessons when you’ve spent two weeks treating an ear infection. And that, possibly, for a kid who never complains when she gets an ear infection, the next time she doesn’t want to get her ears wet, YOU SHOULD TAKE THAT AS A BIG EFFING SIGN SOMETHING IS AMISS. Insert forehead smack here.

• I went to my physio assessment last night. And, to sum up: my knee is fucked up. But not seriously. Just chronically. Kneecap rubbing on bone, swollen tendons, muscle imbalances. Bad news: is that they didn’t just magically make it all better in one appointment, so the sleep interruption will continue. Also, they will need to see me twice a week while it is acute until they can get it under control, and that will be pricey. Good news: It’s all stuff I’ve been dealing with since university, and all fixable. So that’s good. I am not as optimistic about my right knee, which I recall has some torn cartilage to be dealt with, but since it’s not acute right now, I’m just going to forget about it in the hopes it will go away.

• March will be a very busy month for BDH at work. But my sitter will be away for half the month on a mission trip, which means at least two weeks I will not be driving to work. This is kind of nice. And swimming lessons will be over in a week or two, which means another day comes free on my weekly schedule. And soon, we’ll be able to fill those gaps by — WAIT FOR IT — going OUTSIDE. Bliss.

• I finished both my February AND my March knitting projects last week. Almost. I will have photos to post soon. But one of the projects needs a face. But you will be happy to know I am now in possession of one of the ugliest tea cozies in existence. And it WORKS. My tea, it is COZY.