It’s come to my attention that I have a (possibly annoying) habit of telling you an open-ended story and then wandering off and never—oh, look! Something SHINY!
I don’t do it on purpose, you know. I’m just easily distracted. Also, when I know how something turned out I just assume y’all are tapped into the hive mind and everyone knows. (No, that’s a lie. I just forget sometimes that I haven’t told you. I’m sorry!)
As for missing Love Thursday yesterday, well, I spent most of the day at the dentist. I have no other excuse. But on my second visit there (really) a woman fainted in the waiting room, so THAT was sort of exciting. I mean, the kids were getting their teeth cleaned, I was tapping away on my laptop, and suddenly a hygienist was buckling under a woman’s weight and calling for help. I threw my computer aside and rushed to their aid! Or gently put my computer on the floor and grabbed a chair and brought it over. Whatever.
Anyway, Friday seems like a good day to bring you up to speed on a few things I may have inadvertently left dangling.
I have to tell you that the current “I Dare You” challenge that we’re doing over at Five Full Plates has been ridiculously hard for me. Even though I found my way to being open to homeschooling (rather than willing to homeschool but dreading it), my bold assurance was short-lived. It turned out that Monkey really doesn’t want to be homeschooled, and the school finally agreed to modify his IEP in a way that may work. And it turns out that Chickadee really DOES want to be homeschooled, but had conveniently forgotten the eight bazillion activities and contests she’s been involved in this year that she would totally miss if she left. The final verdict, I think, is that we’re going to do one more year; Monkey will (most likely) stay home for middle school, but he’d like to finish up elementary where he is. Of course, if the promised IEP changes don’t happen, we’ll pull him if necessary. And when it’s time to keep him home, Chickadee can think about it again, but I suspect by then she will feel more warmly towards staying with her pals where she is.
Kind of anti-climatic, I know. As for me, I am concluding this chapter of daring with deep thoughts from a day at the dentist, the bottom line of which is “I did not like this challenge, Sam I Am.” Also, I am changing my name to Stickinthemud.
Also anti-climatic: The falafel puree was delicious. Otto—the original anti-vegetarian—liked it so much, he asked me to add it to the “regular rotation.” I shall, but next time I’ll try not to blend the ever-lovin’ crap out of it. Just you wait, I bet the kids will refuse to eat it once it’s the proper consistency.
I have two Chickadee updates, too. First: Remember the glasses fiasco? Please note that I wrote that post over a month ago. I finally got through to our insurance and they assured us that they would remake the glasses and make everything right, and so it was back to Jerkface Optical Group to return the super-thick pair and have them remade into something reasonable. They told us they’d put a rush on it, so we shouldn’t have been surprised when three weeks went by before they called us. (Which… seriously??) I took Chickadee over there last weekend only to discover they were inexplicably closed. So FINALLY we picked up the new glasses this week. They are… only marginally thinner than the previous pair. Chickadee picked them up and said, “Mom, please don’t be mad! They’re fine!”
I WAS mad, of course, but there’s a limited number of battles I can commit to at any given time, so I’m letting this one go. We will never go there again, obviously.
And now for some better news on the Chickadee front, though I shall whisper it so as not to jinx anything: After just one visit to the specialist at Emory, it looks like we may have found something that’s helping her skin. Shhhhhhhhh, don’t say it out loud! We’re not into the “bad” season yet, of course, but she was starting to get rashy before her appointment, and the doctor put her on some medication that—and I quote—“often helps with rashes like this, although we’re not sure why.” Two weeks later and her fledgling rash is GONE. Fingers are crossed that it’s really this easy, but even if it isn’t, I am so happy for her not to be finishing out the school year a rashy, scabby, miserable mess. [Wondering about the miracle drug? It’s Plaquenil, which is an anti-malarial that mysteriously helps with skin problems, too. Fancy.]
I think that takes us up-to-date on everything I forgot to tell you about, before. Does it? If I missed something you should just let me—ooooh, a butterfly!