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It’s just 11 am and already I know it is going to be one of those days.

It started when I went to bed last night and left everything ready for this morning so I could sleep in a half hour. I set the alarm for 7:15. Then I got up and could not find one of my hearing aids. I looked and looked. No luck. It was 7:45. So I figured I would get dressed and finish getting ready and maybe I would find the missing hearing aid by the time I was dressed. I was dressed and had my coffee and still no hearing aid. I looked and looked again. No luck. I sometimes take them out when I am in bed or about to nod off on the couch. If I am awake enough, I put them in a safe place (one of the tables next to the bed or the couch). But sometimes I am more than half asleep when I take them out and I either hold them in my hand or put them under my pillow. It wasn’t any place. It was not in the car. Not in my purse or my tote bag. Not under the couch or under the bed.

By then it was time to leave and I hadn’t found it so I figured one hearing aid was better than none. Then came the game I hate. It’s called the “I can’t find my keys game.” I play it often. At that point I was 10 minutes late leaving so I called my daughter to ask if I could use her car. Just as she answered, I found my keys under the front passenger seat. So off I went into the sunshine. We usually have fog at that hour so I wasn’t prepared for the sun. I had to pull over and find my prescription sunglasses and put them on.

I arrived at school to find NO PARKING. So I double parked and stuck a note on the dash saying where I was to be found. I ran in the classroom and realized my prescription sunglasses were still sitting on my nose and they were too dark for indoors. So the principal was there and I asked him to stay with the kids while I ran out to the car for the regular glasses. I gave the kids a starter assignment and ran out to the car.

The rest has gone okay but it’s not even 11:15 so who knows what turn the day will take!

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This started out as a good week. Then Tuesday came along.

First, my writing class went well even though the grades 5 to 7 turned out to be 4 to 8 which is a much tougher group. Some of the kids have trouble writing a sentence, let alone a paragraph. And then there are the kids that can write three or four coherent pages in ten minutes. I’ll find a way.

Anderson was to be at a P.E. class in the gym while I had my writing class but on Monday night, my daughter read the requirements which include closed toe shoes which he doesn’t have. He’s been in sandals or flip flops all summer and doesn’t have closed shoes yet. So he stayed home while I went to the writing class. When I got home, I picked him up and we went to the Library to look for some books on clouds, rain, and why the leaves change color on trees (all questions he has been asking about). When we arrived at the library, it was closed until noon because it was the day they open late and close late, which we didn’t know. There is a park across the street from the Library so I asked Anderson if he wanted to make up for missing P.E. by playing at the park. It’s a park he has been going to since he was four (he’s now six) and we call it the Climbing Park because they have a variety of climbing structures. He was happy to have a half hour of play time so we went across the street. He played for about ten minutes then I noticed that he wasn’t playing but sitting and it looked like he was trying to spit something out and then he’d look at his hand. I started walking over to him and called out to see if he was okay. He started walking toward me and said he was okay but I could see blood all over his face. I asked if he hit his mouth and he said yes. I asked if he knocked his tooth out and he said no, it was still there. I looked. Nope. It wasn’t there. He had knocked out the top front tooth on his right side and the one on the left was dangling. Ouch. Blood ALL OVER. I didn’t want to upset him so I tried to keep my cool and tried to remember if these were his baby teeth or the permanent ones. I couldn’t remember so I took a picture of the missing tooth and the one that was dangling and texted it to my daughter who was dropping Spencer off for his first day of preschool. She said they were both baby teeth. That was good. Anderson wanted to come home. He didn’t want to play any more or wait for the library to open. He didn’t want to come to my house. I could hear him almost hyperventilating as we walked to my car. I brought him to his house to wait for my daughter to arrive. Poor Anderson was really upset but he didn’t cry or complain.

We took him for a special lunch at Olive Garden where he has the soup and bread sticks but he couldn’t eat either. He didn’t even drink the water. We took him for a special treat (a Lego set) which he picked out but then wanted to leave right away. He turned down ice cream. We went to collect Spencer after school and Anderson played a little bit but then when we got home, he just sat. No talking. No eating. No drinking. He doesn’t want to open his mouth because he doesn’t want anyone to see what it looks like. He still has not eaten and it has been almost 48 hours since his last meal. He won’t drink anything either. We got him to sip a tiny bit of water so he doesn’t get dehydrated. Then today we spent the day at the dental clinic (county services) and because it was a walk in, we ended up waiting over six hours for the dentist who took some x-rays and showed us how the permanent teeth are right under the gums, ready to pop through. My daughter wanted them to pull the tooth so he will eat and drink but the dentist said it would be traumatic for him and didn’t do it. So now we wait for the loose tooth to drop off so he can start eating. He’s afraid to swallow the tooth, that’s why he doesn’t want to eat or drink.

I’m crossing my fingers that he’ll lose that one soon but if he’s not eating or drinking, he won’t be helping the tooth to fall out. Not to mention that he has to eat something and start drinking so he doesn’t get weak and dehydrated.

Life is tough when you’re 6.

And life is tough when you’re the grandma that is hurting for her little one and worried about him.

 

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My Facebook status today:

“And from the files called “I can’t believe I did that” comes today’s story of how, sleep deprived because I’ve got insomnia, little OLD me decided to fix my morning smoothie (at 4 pm). So I put in my milk, egg, oj, cactus juice, ice, and turned on the blender. When I took a taste, there was something solid in there so I took it out of my mouth and found what I thought was a piece of white paper. I discarded the paper and took another drink and there was more paper. And more. Then it hit me…I cracked the egg in the blender jar and threw the shells in after it! So now I am fishing egg shells out of my smoothie. Aye Aye Aye!”

Yup. Some days are like this.

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