Mother's Day was mostly fun. Firstborn made me a beautiful present at school and put it in a homemade envelope with a picture of a city on it. The city had an Empire State Building, a Lego factory and a thrift store. That's our kind of city! The Captain made me breakfast in bed, with the delightful added touch of leaving all the dirty dishes in the sink for me to take care of when I got up. After a nice day and a delicious dinner, the Captain got the phone call telling him to get his uniform on and get to work because the army was being deployed to deal with the emergency flooding situation happening in our province at the moment. We haven't seen him since!
Rosemary's Baby and I made what will hopefully be our LAST trip to the Children's Hospital in the big city yesterday. The ongoing assessments were starting to get to be a little too much, considering it's a 2-hour drive each way, and no one has yet told me anything I didn't already know about my kid. We still have a loooooong way to go, but our pediatrician is comfortable with our regular program provider taking over at this point. On the one hand, this means less driving to the big city. On the other hand, it means I'll need to come up with some new excuses to go there in order to still make regular visits to the huge Value Village...
I've been giving my blogging slump a little thought and I might have things figured out. Do any of you find your New Year's Resolutions go off the rails by May? Obviously, I'm asking this of the six of you whose resolutions didn't go off the rails by January 3rd. I did well at keeping it simple until about the end of March and then things started getting away from me. Here's an example of what keeping it simple does NOT look like:
- Multiple trips to the big city to attend appointments we don't need.
- Signing up to participate in umpteen autism studies on Saturdays because research is important.
- Filling my closet up with deals and steals from Value Village and Old Navy, despite the fact that I spend every day in jeans and a sweatshirt.
- Two trips a week 30 minutes down the road to take Firstborn to martial arts class.
- Someone in my house working with Rosemary's Baby 6 hours a day 5 days a week.
- And so on, and so forth...
I think all these extras are pulling me away from things I want to be doing, like visiting my blog pals (I owe a few of you a comment--bear with me) and airing our dirty laundry for all the world to see, via my own blog. Obviously not all these things can be eliminated from my life. But RB's therapy and Firstborn's Taekwon-Do class are the only things I'm committing to from now on. Not filling up my closet is going to be hard. But I did some basic sixth-grade math a while back and realized that I have enough combinations of tops, bottoms and dresses that I could dress myself for more than 5 years and never wear the same outfit twice! Considering I have what I think is a pretty average-sized wardrobe, this is absolutely shocking. In a world where children are starving, it's a shameful "problem" to have. Thrifting is a fun and cheap hobby, but I'm going to have to cut down. Maybe not being able to go to the big VV in the city isn't such a bad thing after all.
And that's going to have to be it for this rainy, grey Tuesday. RB's program continues as always, and my house looks like a bomb hit it. A poop bomb. Off to scrub the bathroom!