potpourri

Jun. 4th, 2012 10:15 pm
miss_swamp: (ringer)
[personal profile] miss_swamp
- Tonight, for about the fifth time in our great bookshelf reorganization, I came across the little notebook where we recorded (literally) every drop of formula the boys consumed in their first 6 months. This time I tossed it in the recycling bin. That's not what I want to remember about their earliest days. Maybe they'd have found it at 8 or 18 or 30 and been amused, but maybe we can just tell them: you were so tiny that we wrote down every drop you ate. Of course, for Ellen, we didn't even fill out the chart they give you at the hospital for the first 3 days.

- I have four days of steroids left. That's making me nervous because the rashes have been 2 steps forward, 2.1 steps back for the past couple of weeks. I could refill it once more without going back to the rheumatologist, but I feel like I should try again to wean myself off them. I skipped makeup today and got a bunch of "Are you OK?" comments. For someone who's never been a makeup person, making it part of my daily routine is annoying. The bald spot means I actually have to blow-dry my hair, too, I can't get away with buns and ponytails. I want to be low-maintenance, but right now I'm not comfortable enough in my own skin (again, literally) to make that work.

- Nervous about work, too. We have no idea what's going on with our new principal. I did sign my contract today for another year in my current job, so that's set.

- I figured out this weekend how to describe my frustration with social stuff lately: we're not part of any community. We have plenty of friends, but we're not in choir, or church, or a game group, or anything (other than work). That means that every single social activity is something we have to think about. We either have to invite people, or wait to be invited--nothing just happens (as it would if we went to church every Sunday or choir every Tuesday). And that takes energy, which is at a premium these days. I'm not sure what to do about this, but identifying it is a good start, and certainly better than the general whininess I sometimes feel.

- The boys turn four next month. FOUR. They're real little boys. Sometimes I still look at their hands and think, We made that. But making people who can walk and talk and reason and occasionally tell genuinely funny jokes? That's even more impressive than making those perfect little hands. And it doesn't matter how many gallons of preemie formula it took to get there.
From:
Anonymous( )Anonymous This account has disabled anonymous posting.
OpenID( )OpenID You can comment on this post while signed in with an account from many other sites, once you have confirmed your email address. Sign in using OpenID.
User
Account name:
Password:
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
Subject:
HTML doesn't work in the subject.

Message:

 
Notice: This account is set to log the IP addresses of everyone who comments.
Links will be displayed as unclickable URLs to help prevent spam.

November 2016

S M T W T F S
  1234 5
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
27282930   

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 26th, 2017 12:29 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios