Saturday, June 27, 2009
letting so much go: my boy at 5 1/2. does me little drawings all the time. has a secret notebook for his treasure hunts. says I Love You a lot. is learning to lie, and to give me the answers he thinks I want. still naps in the afternoons when he's not at school. can play happily by himself but has friends. will come shopping with me. can be convinced a show about Pompeii is a "Volcano show". is a fabulous reader and speller (for his age) but needs therapy to help with his handwriting (he is somy kid!).
makes me too busy to blog much...
makes me too busy to blog much...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
just taking a moment out of my busy day to say: am I really supposed to feel sorry for the mother who sent her kids to school with swine flu - or at least flu symptoms right after coming back from frickin' disneyland?
who then went on to whinge about how she didn't know how they "did the black plague without dvds"?
I don't think she should be hung. but she ought to at least apologise for causing the whole SCHOOL to be CLOSED for a WEEK.
it's not rocket science, people. it's epidemiology. or, if your kid is sick, DON'T PASS IT ON!!
if someone's kid dies as a result of the flu that started with her kids, how would she feel? I suspect she is yet to make the connection between her actions and what's happened. idjut.
A's school is yet to be affected - we're very close to 2 primary schools that have it and there's a lot of mixing between schools at weekends and so on - I am just hoping the school doesn't get it before the weekend, as we have my elderly parents booked to babysit him so we can get some time away. if he's exposed, we'll have to cancel. because, you know, we don't want to SPREAD it. and we have half a brain between us.
next week, bring it on. it's going to happen, I know. just not this week. please?
who then went on to whinge about how she didn't know how they "did the black plague without dvds"?
I don't think she should be hung. but she ought to at least apologise for causing the whole SCHOOL to be CLOSED for a WEEK.
it's not rocket science, people. it's epidemiology. or, if your kid is sick, DON'T PASS IT ON!!
if someone's kid dies as a result of the flu that started with her kids, how would she feel? I suspect she is yet to make the connection between her actions and what's happened. idjut.
A's school is yet to be affected - we're very close to 2 primary schools that have it and there's a lot of mixing between schools at weekends and so on - I am just hoping the school doesn't get it before the weekend, as we have my elderly parents booked to babysit him so we can get some time away. if he's exposed, we'll have to cancel. because, you know, we don't want to SPREAD it. and we have half a brain between us.
next week, bring it on. it's going to happen, I know. just not this week. please?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
hmmm.. got an email from blogger that suggested someone may have tried to use my account...odd.
nothing to say here, apart from kid growing up and up and up.
just spent the morning at his school's Grade 4 doing a talk about my work. all very worthy but I really don't have the time. this project is bigger than I thought. or I have less time than I thought. either way, the boulder's not moving.
nothing to say here, apart from kid growing up and up and up.
just spent the morning at his school's Grade 4 doing a talk about my work. all very worthy but I really don't have the time. this project is bigger than I thought. or I have less time than I thought. either way, the boulder's not moving.
Monday, May 11, 2009
is it really stealing chocolate from my son's easter bunny if I only take from the back of the bunny, leaving the face intact?
big mother's day yesterday: drove up to see my parents, took them out for high tea. A. was very well behaved and as always it was more relaxing having other adults to help wrangle him.
there may be an issue at school, I'm not sure. he's learning well and has friends, but some bigger kids are getting him to do things he doesn't want to do - being rude to other kids, kissing girls on the chest, things like that - I only heard about it through another mother but he has now confirmed it and told me some other things they've done. I've acted like it's no big deal but suggested maybe he should avoid those kids, or at least not go to the "secret hiding places" with them. would quite like to have a word in the ear of the kids concerned - they are four years older than him - but if it comes down to it will probably have to go through Channels, ie the teacher and possibly principal. hoping he will handle it by telling them to nick off. and heartened that at least two older kids are on his side - both the kid through whom the information came, and another who apparently told them to leave him alone.
the thing is, he's so sweet and compliant, I can see how he could be a nice toy for them. and how that could hurt him when he sees it for what it is.
big mother's day yesterday: drove up to see my parents, took them out for high tea. A. was very well behaved and as always it was more relaxing having other adults to help wrangle him.
there may be an issue at school, I'm not sure. he's learning well and has friends, but some bigger kids are getting him to do things he doesn't want to do - being rude to other kids, kissing girls on the chest, things like that - I only heard about it through another mother but he has now confirmed it and told me some other things they've done. I've acted like it's no big deal but suggested maybe he should avoid those kids, or at least not go to the "secret hiding places" with them. would quite like to have a word in the ear of the kids concerned - they are four years older than him - but if it comes down to it will probably have to go through Channels, ie the teacher and possibly principal. hoping he will handle it by telling them to nick off. and heartened that at least two older kids are on his side - both the kid through whom the information came, and another who apparently told them to leave him alone.
the thing is, he's so sweet and compliant, I can see how he could be a nice toy for them. and how that could hurt him when he sees it for what it is.
Monday, February 02, 2009
School.
simple, right? he puts on his clothes in the morning and I drop him off, just like we've been doing 3-4 days a week at childcare for a couple of years now.
no, not simple. I did cry - just one tear, enough to know it was getting to me. the coffee gathering in the general-purpose room gave me a stop along the way, and probably prevented me sobbing all the way home.
husband came too, but went to work as soon as we left the classroom.
A. has a set of lovely long-sleeved cotton shirts with collars - he wanted those, and I had to persuade/trick him to get him to unbotton the top button. apparently he thinks that's what schoolboys wear.
as usual when I drop him off, he found a spot and an activity and got on with it, with not much more than a "bye Mum". tomorrow I probably won't even get that.
and he is still so sweet and loves to cuddle me and kisses the back of my hand and tells me how much I love him (no that's not a typo) and all that will change with learning and with the influence of bigger kids in the playground.
I felt lost when I got home; couldn't settle to the usual writing tasks, and eventually gave myself permission to read a book for work purposes, the sort of thing I usually restrict to after hours. now I've got two hours before I pick him up and have to go soon for a shorter-than-usual swim.
my son's a schoolboy.
and under all this is a recent feeling that yes, I really do want another baby - particularly today - not sure if I'm afraid of the new freedom of him being at school, if I miss my baby, or if I just want that second one. the little girls in their checked dresses did tug at my heart today. I'm also getting sick of being menopausal - there's a new kind of thinness to my skin and I feel like I'm becoming more watery under my skin - and not sure if I can hold out 18 more months on the pills and injections. if I'm going to have another baby, and I stopped the drugs at 43, I could be sure of doing it, if at all, before I was 45. If I wait till next year, it might feel too late - it's only another year but I've waited so long already.
changes. I know now to ride it out a little, to feel my way through. I am regaining my ability to waste time, to feel like I won't die next month. I guess that's a good thing.
simple, right? he puts on his clothes in the morning and I drop him off, just like we've been doing 3-4 days a week at childcare for a couple of years now.
no, not simple. I did cry - just one tear, enough to know it was getting to me. the coffee gathering in the general-purpose room gave me a stop along the way, and probably prevented me sobbing all the way home.
husband came too, but went to work as soon as we left the classroom.
A. has a set of lovely long-sleeved cotton shirts with collars - he wanted those, and I had to persuade/trick him to get him to unbotton the top button. apparently he thinks that's what schoolboys wear.
as usual when I drop him off, he found a spot and an activity and got on with it, with not much more than a "bye Mum". tomorrow I probably won't even get that.
and he is still so sweet and loves to cuddle me and kisses the back of my hand and tells me how much I love him (no that's not a typo) and all that will change with learning and with the influence of bigger kids in the playground.
I felt lost when I got home; couldn't settle to the usual writing tasks, and eventually gave myself permission to read a book for work purposes, the sort of thing I usually restrict to after hours. now I've got two hours before I pick him up and have to go soon for a shorter-than-usual swim.
my son's a schoolboy.
and under all this is a recent feeling that yes, I really do want another baby - particularly today - not sure if I'm afraid of the new freedom of him being at school, if I miss my baby, or if I just want that second one. the little girls in their checked dresses did tug at my heart today. I'm also getting sick of being menopausal - there's a new kind of thinness to my skin and I feel like I'm becoming more watery under my skin - and not sure if I can hold out 18 more months on the pills and injections. if I'm going to have another baby, and I stopped the drugs at 43, I could be sure of doing it, if at all, before I was 45. If I wait till next year, it might feel too late - it's only another year but I've waited so long already.
changes. I know now to ride it out a little, to feel my way through. I am regaining my ability to waste time, to feel like I won't die next month. I guess that's a good thing.
Friday, January 23, 2009
been to Europe and back; so easy to travel with a kid who can navigate the menu on the in-flight entertainment system by himself! it helped that we flew business class. and that I had a week - a whole week - without him - first. It was really only five days here and two days in transit, but it still felt like forever.
this is just a checking-in post. I should detail the things he's doing - scolding me in my own voice with my own words, calling me "my darling" in a faux-luvvie voice, calling me "sweet Mummy", loving being back with his mates in holiday care after two weeks with no friends, how he walked around the natural history museum saying "wow" every five seconds, and then, as quickly, moving on...how cute he looked all bundled up in his six tops and two hats in the snow. how he wanted to stop and rest when we were walking home in -9 degrees and I said "we can't just sit down and die in the snow." how he likes to email his mates, in the form of Gmail's little smiley icons. how he's starting school in just over a week and I plan to cry and cry and cry.
but I don't have time. trying to work.
:)
this is just a checking-in post. I should detail the things he's doing - scolding me in my own voice with my own words, calling me "my darling" in a faux-luvvie voice, calling me "sweet Mummy", loving being back with his mates in holiday care after two weeks with no friends, how he walked around the natural history museum saying "wow" every five seconds, and then, as quickly, moving on...how cute he looked all bundled up in his six tops and two hats in the snow. how he wanted to stop and rest when we were walking home in -9 degrees and I said "we can't just sit down and die in the snow." how he likes to email his mates, in the form of Gmail's little smiley icons. how he's starting school in just over a week and I plan to cry and cry and cry.
but I don't have time. trying to work.
:)
Friday, December 05, 2008
ah, the drive-by comment. fucking bitch.
I'll set the scene: drinks for a friend in a bar. sitting happily listening to some bright young things prattle on. older woman makes eye contact, sits beside me and introduces herself. I sigh inwardly and politely talk to her. she's a spitter - you know, the kind that spray spit on you when they talk. yuk. she is also in the same field as me, so we find things to talk about. she is opinionated. that goes with the territory. the talk turns to blogs. I mention how interesting and dramatic infertility blogs can be, and tell her about getupgrrl. she makes a further comment and the topic turns to surrogacy and the new laws in my state. she offers the opinion that it's exploitation. I wonder aloud about people who have already had kids so they know what's involved, and what if, say, it was for a sister. she says well, it's nine months of physical effort. no different to say donating an organ, I say. I have already mentioned that I wrote something in a forum she well knows (publication) on this topic, so she should have some idea that I have strong feelings on it. further, she doesn't know me from Eve. she has no idea what my situation might be.
she then says "I don't have children, but I would never do that to another person" and - get this - jumps up and walks off, leaving me with no ability to reply. it's not like we were arguing, though the conversation was robust. I briefly considered following her and insisting she allow me to respond. but life is too short. still, not too short for me to probably, one day, have another meeting with her. at which point, depending on how I feel, I may have a thing or two to say. among them: does she make every single decision in her life ethically? does she never buy, say, a T-shirt made in China under possibly exploitative circumstances? does she think women have no right to offer freely to bear a child for another woman? and don't men exploit women when they have babies by them? and finally, why is she suck a fucking toxic coward in the way she deals with other people. if you're going to spray your idiot ideas about, stay fucking put and defend them.
ah, that feels better.
I'll set the scene: drinks for a friend in a bar. sitting happily listening to some bright young things prattle on. older woman makes eye contact, sits beside me and introduces herself. I sigh inwardly and politely talk to her. she's a spitter - you know, the kind that spray spit on you when they talk. yuk. she is also in the same field as me, so we find things to talk about. she is opinionated. that goes with the territory. the talk turns to blogs. I mention how interesting and dramatic infertility blogs can be, and tell her about getupgrrl. she makes a further comment and the topic turns to surrogacy and the new laws in my state. she offers the opinion that it's exploitation. I wonder aloud about people who have already had kids so they know what's involved, and what if, say, it was for a sister. she says well, it's nine months of physical effort. no different to say donating an organ, I say. I have already mentioned that I wrote something in a forum she well knows (publication) on this topic, so she should have some idea that I have strong feelings on it. further, she doesn't know me from Eve. she has no idea what my situation might be.
she then says "I don't have children, but I would never do that to another person" and - get this - jumps up and walks off, leaving me with no ability to reply. it's not like we were arguing, though the conversation was robust. I briefly considered following her and insisting she allow me to respond. but life is too short. still, not too short for me to probably, one day, have another meeting with her. at which point, depending on how I feel, I may have a thing or two to say. among them: does she make every single decision in her life ethically? does she never buy, say, a T-shirt made in China under possibly exploitative circumstances? does she think women have no right to offer freely to bear a child for another woman? and don't men exploit women when they have babies by them? and finally, why is she suck a fucking toxic coward in the way she deals with other people. if you're going to spray your idiot ideas about, stay fucking put and defend them.
ah, that feels better.
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