When was the last time we talked… in October, maybe? Early November? Well, I’ve been away for a bit. There have been things going on here, that’s for sure, not least of which is Christmas.
But, more than that. In late November, I was diagnosed with depression. So, you know… that’s new.
November is, historically, a really hard month for me. November and February. I have always felt a bit of the seasonal affective disorder thing hit me in those two dark, overcast months. It’s usually pretty down for me, and I hit the vitamin D3 and start trying to get more fruit and sunshine… the usual stuff.
I was having a chat with my sister-in-law yesterday via Slack, as one does, and the topic turned to kids. Specifically, with special needs. Of which mine is of course one.
We were talking about all that is involved with getting kids a diagnosis, of helping them learn, of teaching them to advocate for themselves. We talked about IEPs and lesson adaptations and development.
There’s a lot involved with getting a child the education they need.
But we got to a point in the conversation where, I had to confess, there is also a lot involved with getting a parent the education they need as well.
The thought had not occurred to me, really, so fully formed and so clear before, but special education is also for the parents. Continue reading →
Greetings, fair friends of the interwebs! I have returned, from glorious outings into The World, where I have Done All The Things and also did some Adulting!!
Okay, so, when I say “all the things” what I mean is “a few things”. Some things. About half the things. I have done about half the things. (Hat tip, Sports Night.) And I did it over two days, not all just today.
Still, that’s pretty good, right? I went out into the world, where The People are, driving their Cars all over the place, like Crazed Maniacs. I did a thing!
So, where were we? Oh yes. When we last left our heroine at the House of Peevish, she was having a major existential crisis because, oh yeah, INSTITUTIONAL INCOMPETENCE, BUSES, AND INSURANCE.
That was a fun day, wasn’t it?
And it will comfort you to know that, in fact, exactly ZERO progress has been made on the whole “what the fuck do you mean, you’re not going to pay us for the value of our almost-brand-new car” and “what the fuck do you mean, the woman who totalled our car is also going to be driving our daughter to school on a regular basis” fronts. So that’s nice. Wouldn’t want to shake anyone’s worldviews with quick and logical resolutions to arsenumbingly stupid problems, would we?
But as I had said, that was just the start of our stress and fun, although the rest is slightly less OMG ONGOING STRESS stress and more of the WELL THAT WAS STRESSFUL, BUT NOW LOOKING BACK IT’S KIND OF HILARIOUS variety.
Because what’s not funny about subtraction, sweating, and boobs, I ask you?
Our stress levels around here the past two weeks have been ridiculous. I know it’s not just us — BDH has said that so many people he knows are so very stressed out right now — but for us, being this consistently stressed out is pretty unusual.
We’re tired. Like, super-over-tired. None of us, not even That Girl, are getting good sleep. And our days, and the stress of them, are adding to the problem.
Nothing catastrophic has happened. As we talked about this morning, we have a roof over our heads and food on the table and we’re safe and healthy and loved. It’s not *that* kind of stress. It’s just… Life is conspiring against us right now in moderate ways to make us feel really, really stressed.
We’ve had some new feline arrivals since last we spoke, Interwebs.
Well, technically speaking, one is new. The other came since we said goodbye to Lucy so suddenly last spring, so he’s new-ish. ( YES WELL THE POINT IS, THEY’RE BOTH NEW. Sheesh, facts sure can screw up a lovely flowery introduction, can’t they?)
Anyway. Both cats came from our wonderful local Humane Society, both are boycats, and both are FIV+.
Qu’est-ce que the hell? you may ask. What is this FIV? Well, let me tell you. Continue reading →
How are you doing? I’ve been away for awhile. I needed some time off. But, encouraged by BDH, here I am again. Mostly, some would argue, because we are paying for this domain and not using it, but I choose to believe he misses my creative and quite frankly hilarious interwebs offerings.
So, what’s been going on, you ask? Well… nothing out of the ordinary, if I am honest. Oh, sure, on a larger philosophical level, there are parts of the world that are going to hell in a handcart, and as a species we are slowly drowning in our own toxic filth and setting the earth to boil away into a cloud of toxic steam, yes?
But around here… well, it’s just life, isn’t it. Life, in all its beautiful mundane complexity. Life’s rich pageant and all that.
Grief is hard, and I need to write about Lucy and how I am feeling, but I am not sure I can do it yet.
I need to write about all the details, how she’s been not quite healthy since January, how it came to pass that we rushed into the vet’s office after dropping That Girl at school yesterday morning, only to have to make the sudden decision that we had to have Lucy put to sleep. I need to write it down, to remember those important parts of her life and our life as a family. But those words haven’t come yet.
I am still feeling raw. It was rough, Monday night and yesterday, coping with Lucy’s sudden illness and then her death. She was my kitty, and I am brokenhearted at her loss. Continue reading →
We were tired, and BDH’s birthday had just passed. We were unable to celebrate it when we wanted to, last weekend, because That Girl decided to bring home a stomach bug from school and consequently barfed spectacularly and stayed home from school and then spent the weekend recovering.
Then on his actual birthday, a weekday, BDH of course had to go to work and That Girl had some of her many activities in the evening and so it wasn’t an optimal time to celebrate. So we pushed back until this past weekend. Continue reading →
Good day, my closest interwebs peeps! Let us speak today of dentists.
I understand, trips to the dentist are things that people tend to have All The Feels about. Some people are decidedly meh about the whole deal while others have an abject terror of all things dental.
I am in between these two camps. Or, rather, I have a foot in both camps.
On the one hand, I have become accustomed to cleanings to the point that I find them ALMOST enjoyable. I relax, I zone out, sometimes I feel ever-so-close to dozing off… It’s fair to say that most days, I don’t mind.
So, some… time… ago, BDH and I got a Costco membership. Against my better judgement, I have to say. Because you know me, and you know I am as cheap as a cheap thing that is cheap, and I hate spending money.
But BDH and I thought maybe it might actually be a way to SAVE money, this whole “buying certain things in bulk” idea, so we decided to give it a go.
And that is when we bought giant bags of apples for the aforementioned Apple Jelly Debacle of ’16. Let us not speak of it again.