I am so very very behind in what I have to share with you. I’ve been working on the house like crazy, I have all sorts of projects and cooking and what not, and it’s all just sitting in my little notebook on my desk. I’d love to tell you about how my Obama/Biden bumper magnet was stolen at the Priesthood session of conference and how it is one more example of how torn I am right now between what I feel is right and the community I belong to, that I feel so isolated and how exhausting it is to always be told how wrong you are, but do I have time to put those thoughts together in a way that appropriately reflects the nuance of the situation and the loyalty I feel towards both groups? Of course not. Here’s why:
Monday: Call the ophthamologist office at 8:00am to try to get an appointment. Call at 8:30, miss out because all the appointments are booked through the year, try again next week. Drive an hour away for an 11:15 flu shot and an RSV vaccine shot, then spend the whole rest of the day dealing with a kid who’s pissed off he just had to get two shots.
Tuesday: Frantically straighten up house. 10am Infant Stimulation Specialist comes over to play with Atticus and check up on his development. Cram some food in his face, but not yours, 2:30 the Physical Therapist comes to put him through his paces. Spend the rest of the day dealing with a kid who’s pissed off he had to have two workouts today.
Wednesday: My one day off all week. Work on Atticus’s halloween costume, put his costume on the ironing board giving him just enough time to launch himself off the desk and land on his belly on the floor three feet below, splitting his lip and bashing his chin. Spend the rest of the day dealing with a kid who’s pissed off his mom let him fall on his freaking face.
Thursday: Do all the normal kid routine, but be dressed, lunch packed and studied for a five hour night class (more on that later) in time to drop him off at Dad’s office at 4. Deal with a kid who’s pissed off his mom is ignoring him all day.
Friday: 12:30 appointment with the audiologist who is concerned enough about his hearing to want to do yet another appointment since he didn’t respond to all the auditory cues. Because he’s just a particularly willful kid and he never responds to what you tell him to respond to, not because he can’t hear. Race back home in time for a 1:45 appointment with his Occupational Therapist. Spend the rest of the day dealing with a kid who’s pissed off he’s had a crappy week being poked and prodded and bossed around.
But at least he gets a nap. Oh what I would give for a nap.