A bunch of little things today. I promise, none of them are about poop.
We found out last night that Harry needs glasses. He’s slightly nearsighted; just enough that he has to squint – apparently – to read the white board in class. This was news to me; he’s never mentioned it. It does explain his bad habit of sitting too close to the TV, though.
He’s delighted, because glasses are not the immediate death sentence to cool that they were back when kids’ glasses looked like this:
No, in Harry’s world, needing glasses is just one more inevitable step on the road to actually becoming Harry Potter. Plus, the optometrist (knowing her business well, I’ll admit) told him that with glasses he will likely see the baseball better, and thus be a better hitter this summer.
Ron, on the other hand, is very slightly farsighted but still falls within the parameters of 20/20 vision. So naturally he spent twenty minutes sobbing because he wants glasses, too. (I’m going to let him choose the most over-the-top pair of sunglasses he wants).
I spent yesterday in the clutches of a horrible migraine. I was nauseated, I couldn’t form words correctly, if I spoke above a quiet almost-whisper my head throbbed… when I was on hormonal birth control I still got migraines but they weren’t as intense. Now that I’ve just got a standard IUD, I find that my migraines (the ones due to PMS, anyway) are much, much worse.
Naturally yesterday Louis was a screaming, whining, defiant, tantruming mess. Eventually it dawned on me that his mom was out of town and so his routine was turned on its head… but that still meant lots of time-outs and one memorable occasion where he kicked me in the knee as he was being carried to the time-out chair. Not good.
Very Quiet Boy and his baby sister Eyelash (so named inside my head because Pixie mispronounces her name in a most adorable fashion) were here on Tuesday. Yesterday they finally had their first day at their new sitter’s house. (I’m deliberately choosing the word ‘sitter’ rather than ‘daycare provider’ here.) It was an unmitigated disaster. Eyelash cried the entire day, Very Quiet Boy wasn’t in much better shape, and the sitter cancelled for today as VQB’s mom was leaving.
VQB’s mom is in a difficult position, because she’s a substitute teacher. She can’t afford to pay for two full-time spots, because some weeks she may not get any work at all. She can’t turn down offers because term teaching positions are very hard to come by, and when she gets a day – especially at a ‘new’ school – she has to make the best possible impression because every time she works for new administrators it’s like having a day-long job interview.
I’d love to help her out, but on-call with early drop-off just doesn’t work for me, plus it puts me over capacity once school lets out. I’ve done it, and her kids are really no trouble, but it’s not an ideal set-up.
I put the word out and may have found her someone, but I wish I could take them on. Maybe in the fall when VQB and Ron are both in school all day.
Just this week George has started saying “buh-buh” & waving when Michael goes to work. And last night, I said “OK George, time for bed!” and he walked around the living room giving hugs to everyone, before leading me down the hall to his room. I had no idea kids in real life could actually go to bed without fussing or complaining. It amazes me every time even though he’s been doing it for months.
We bought tickets to a Blue Jays game for this summer when we go on vacation. Harry in particular is super-excited because after the game, kids get to run the bases. The real bases, on the actual field. This has blown his mind. It is pretty neat. We as grown-ups get to go on the field, but we don’t get to run. Kids have all the fun.
I’m ten episodes in to season 2 of The Walking Dead, and while I’d like very much to read the graphic novels I’m getting a bit annoyed with the show. I’ve decided that all of our protagonists are too stupid to actually survive a zombie apocalypse. The female characters spend all their time doing laundry and acting alternately bitchy & helpless. The male characters are either batshit crazy (Shane, Daryl), handsome but excessively noble to the point of parody (Rick, Glenn), or bug-eyed weirdos with a Woody Allen vibe (Dale). Oh, or they’re the token black character who disappears for episodes at a time (T-Dog).
They all act so thoughtlessly! Constantly wandering off alone to think about their feeeeeeeellllinnngss. Making several trips into the nearest populated area for supplies instead of going en masse & well-armed, to conduct one massive raid & thus cut down on risk. Eating all the fresh vegetables they can find as crudités instead of teaching themselves, oh, I don’t know, canning so they can survive the winter. At least dig a damn root cellar! It seems like ya’ll have a lot of spare freakin’ time on your hands.
And I realize hot water would be at a premium in a post-energy world, but when we were little kids and had no running water, we used to take shampoo to the lake once a week and wash our hair that way. You get remarkably clean. WHY ARE THEY ALL SO DIRTY AND GROSS?? (Side note: Especially as at least three couples have had sexytimes so far, but no hint of a post-booty bath and that’s just nasty, ya’ll.)
Prince Harry – you know, the fun one – is apparently officially dating model Cressida Bonas. My brain insists on reading her last name as “Bones” and I have no idea how to pronounce “Cressida”… but doesn’t she sound like a character in a Tim Burton cartoon?
How’s your week been so far? Any weird random things you’d like to share? And does anyone know how to pronounce “Cressida Bonas”?