Well, here it is, April already, and Ohio is still cold. I figure it is time for me to say hello and update the journal some.
For the quick run-down: Hubby, Second and Fourth spent 11 days exploring California back in February. They drove from San Francisco to San Diego and back, hitting lots of stuff along the way like the LaBrea Tar Pits, the Hollywood sign, Sea World, Death Valley, every beach they could reach, the Golden Gate Bridge, Muir Woods park, that kind of thing. Hubby had a real vacation - he actually didn't log on and telecommute as he usually does. With the two biggest Third-antagonists gone, the rest of us had a wonderfully, beautifully peaceful time at home - not one cross word for 11 days. Heaven. Third walked around spontaneously giggling.
Our kittens are getting big - the three brothers will be 1 y.o. next month, and little Auggie is growing like a bad weed.
First is now 17 and Fourth turned 11 a week ago.
Ten days ago I had an altercation with my kitchen mandoline and I lost. I chopped a fingertip clean off. After a trip to Statcare for antibiotics, packing, and a tetanus shot, I went to the Clinic to see if I needed a skin graft, but luckily not. It is healing quickly and I am grateful for the fancy-pants fingertip guards that orthopedics have - that way I don't slam the fingertip around as I go about my daily round.
Third's school has decided that all parents are persona non grata now. They have instituted a leave-your-kid-at-the-front-door-but-you-stay-outside and a call-and-make-appointments-for-everything policy. This little twist has kept me busy for a couple of weeks as I called the MRDD superintendent and complained, and had a face-to-face meeting with the school principal and complained - to no avail. Looooong story short, I am applying for an available State grant, which will cover expenses to seek her schooling elsewhere, and that elsewhere will be at home. The money, if granted, would cover all of her extreme speech expenses for private therapy, which we always pay out-of-pocket because insurance companies always consider speech therapy, even if it works, "educational" for kids with congenital problems, plus. From an extreme logic POV, if they don't trust parents because they "might" do something, anything, then conversely, how can I trust THEM not to do anything?! Especially all the people whom I STILL meet in town who know my daughter by name, but I have never been introduced to nor notified would be around the school, like part-time substitute aides. HMMMMM?!?!
Third's new foot braces were denied by insurance with the excuse that braces are only for "diabetics". And then I had to cancel Third's PT and OT, both, because Hubby thinks we are going to financial hell on the express elevator (we aren't). Yet another thing I get to take over and feel crushing responsibility for. I know this doesn't jive with 11 days in Cali, but the plane tickets were on frequent flyer miles, and unexpectedly we got some fun money from the in-laws for Christmas, and those three ate from freezer bags they made up, so no gourmet meals, and they got to stay with a great-aunt a bit, and the like. Cali on the cheap.
And the fridge died.
Anyway, all this financial stuff hit hard and fast this winter, and top it off with school policies I do NOT agree with, and I was just permanently pissed off and dissatisfied and wondering where the hell I had landed myself, being a SAHM and not bringing in dough, and the life choices I have made to get to this point, and unhappiness with hubby, and all that head-job craziness, that I really couldn't write. I was, and still decently feel, like I am a whirlpool of negativity and confusion, and didn't want it all hangin' on the Internet for all eternity. If this is a midlife crisis, it sucks.
As for the diet - "what diet?!" pretty much sums stuff up. Speaking of up, everything is up: stress hormones, flabbiness, sugar consumption, weight. I am slogging along, finding answers for everything bit by bit, though.
I haven't read any journals or posts yet, so I will need to get a move on in that direction, to read what y'all have been up to. Hopefully folks are doing well.
I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC