Stuff and more stuffs.
Jul. 19th, 2010 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgKentucky is still on the radar - coming in to preschool this morning, I got pulled aside for a quick parent-teacher conference. It would appear another child has been at school since we got back from our vacation...one that is deaf, aggressive and disrespectful. Uh oh.
Well, I had expected something to show up. What I didn't predict was what followed. I'm the only threat my kid respects. Dad is a complete non-starter when it comes to 'I'm going to have to talk to your Dad if you keep this up.' Not a problem. Taking to The Mom? OH NOES.
I'm...not sure how that works out, to be honest. I'll take it - it's a tool - but I may have to kick Dad into overdrive to get this figured out.
My kid does not do well with transitions - and he's been hit with two big ones at the same time. The trip took him out of his element for two weeks...and he got a new classroom full of kids when he got back. I'm pretty sure they're still sorting out the pecking order. But I've also seen the missing attention span, respect and so on at home, so it's consistent. Five is SOCIAL. Repeat it with me. SOCIAL. As in, who's FIRST and BIGGER? (And shinier, but that's another day.) Where do I fit in, and what makes me feel safe there?
This morning, he's got a huge cankersore, probably the first one he's even known and wouldn't you know it would be found brushing his teeth? Then he slipped and fell on the kitchen floor getting his shoes on (this never happens) and he frankly did not like getting out of his pajamas before 9 AM. (They were history at 5:30 AM. Courtesy of The Mom. I was not popular.)
So he already had a boo-boo morning going into things. Hope things improved over the day.
We got paid Friday. We paid bills Friday. We're skating on thin thin ice until the next payday. Hope nothing big crops up out of the blue and our bank doesn't throw a shoe again. The tap dancing is getting old, folks. VERY old. No, I don't have money to mail the packages, take the dry cleaning in, shave the cats, fund a worthy cause or go party. ComiCon was dead in the water when I first heard about it, the only hope I have of ever attending it again is if they move it to Anaheim or Los Angeles. Anaheim, I KNOW I can get hotel space. Los Angeles? PAYALOT. No problem. San Diego laughs at me. HARD.
Social networking for the win was Saturday when I recognized Koji at the Japanese-American National Museum from Facebook, introduced myself and was rewarded handsomely for my diligence with an AWESOME new book they just stocked. "Unfinished Messages" by Toshio Mori, and it's all Japanese traditional-style short stories. YUM. They were having Target Free Saturday, which is a mis-nomer...Target sponsors the museum every second Saturday, so admission is free and they also provide funds for craft projects, teaching and so on. This month was travel-related stuff, so we have a backpack, luggage tags, metro maps and tokens and so on. The Yakult people were also there (WIN) and were suitably impressed with our love for the product. Kid grabbed his wee bottle and slurped it right down in front of the lady, and handed the empty back with a thank you. (You want a pitchman for Yakult, get my kid. He loves the stuff, and so does his Mom.)
We're pretty easy to spot and remember, it would appear. Museum staff now knows us on sight - and this time, they suggested I volunteer. ME. I am chuffed.
Sunday was lack of church due to lack of child care staff (his beloved teacher has gone onto college), so I had to find a substitute (it's too hot to stay home all day without losing our little minds), and there was another Target-funded event just down the way in San Pedro. The notification I got didn't tell me what time it started, so I assumed eh-eh 10:30, 11:00 AM?
We got there, found everything set up and ready to go - fantastic playground we lost an hour in - and then I found the banner. Events didn't begin until 2 PM. Erg, grr.
So we ate lunch, took naps and slowly melted into the west the rest of the afternoon.
Cool showers at 9 PM are AWESOME.
How was your weekend?
Well, I had expected something to show up. What I didn't predict was what followed. I'm the only threat my kid respects. Dad is a complete non-starter when it comes to 'I'm going to have to talk to your Dad if you keep this up.' Not a problem. Taking to The Mom? OH NOES.
I'm...not sure how that works out, to be honest. I'll take it - it's a tool - but I may have to kick Dad into overdrive to get this figured out.
My kid does not do well with transitions - and he's been hit with two big ones at the same time. The trip took him out of his element for two weeks...and he got a new classroom full of kids when he got back. I'm pretty sure they're still sorting out the pecking order. But I've also seen the missing attention span, respect and so on at home, so it's consistent. Five is SOCIAL. Repeat it with me. SOCIAL. As in, who's FIRST and BIGGER? (And shinier, but that's another day.) Where do I fit in, and what makes me feel safe there?
This morning, he's got a huge cankersore, probably the first one he's even known and wouldn't you know it would be found brushing his teeth? Then he slipped and fell on the kitchen floor getting his shoes on (this never happens) and he frankly did not like getting out of his pajamas before 9 AM. (They were history at 5:30 AM. Courtesy of The Mom. I was not popular.)
So he already had a boo-boo morning going into things. Hope things improved over the day.
We got paid Friday. We paid bills Friday. We're skating on thin thin ice until the next payday. Hope nothing big crops up out of the blue and our bank doesn't throw a shoe again. The tap dancing is getting old, folks. VERY old. No, I don't have money to mail the packages, take the dry cleaning in, shave the cats, fund a worthy cause or go party. ComiCon was dead in the water when I first heard about it, the only hope I have of ever attending it again is if they move it to Anaheim or Los Angeles. Anaheim, I KNOW I can get hotel space. Los Angeles? PAYALOT. No problem. San Diego laughs at me. HARD.
Social networking for the win was Saturday when I recognized Koji at the Japanese-American National Museum from Facebook, introduced myself and was rewarded handsomely for my diligence with an AWESOME new book they just stocked. "Unfinished Messages" by Toshio Mori, and it's all Japanese traditional-style short stories. YUM. They were having Target Free Saturday, which is a mis-nomer...Target sponsors the museum every second Saturday, so admission is free and they also provide funds for craft projects, teaching and so on. This month was travel-related stuff, so we have a backpack, luggage tags, metro maps and tokens and so on. The Yakult people were also there (WIN) and were suitably impressed with our love for the product. Kid grabbed his wee bottle and slurped it right down in front of the lady, and handed the empty back with a thank you. (You want a pitchman for Yakult, get my kid. He loves the stuff, and so does his Mom.)
We're pretty easy to spot and remember, it would appear. Museum staff now knows us on sight - and this time, they suggested I volunteer. ME. I am chuffed.
Sunday was lack of church due to lack of child care staff (his beloved teacher has gone onto college), so I had to find a substitute (it's too hot to stay home all day without losing our little minds), and there was another Target-funded event just down the way in San Pedro. The notification I got didn't tell me what time it started, so I assumed eh-eh 10:30, 11:00 AM?
We got there, found everything set up and ready to go - fantastic playground we lost an hour in - and then I found the banner. Events didn't begin until 2 PM. Erg, grr.
So we ate lunch, took naps and slowly melted into the west the rest of the afternoon.
Cool showers at 9 PM are AWESOME.
How was your weekend?
