Despite my exhaustion, the drama has been pretty low on the "A Night in Jail Sounds Good" scale. I think the worst of things was the notice that Dasha had failed her vision and hearing screening at school and needed to be rechecked by a "professional." Um. Does anyone remember my trips to the eye specialists, the mega-dollar glasses, and questions about the costs associated with a seeing eye dog? She was at the eye doctor in July and the specialist in August. She just got a new pair of glasses last week, too! Really? Was the eye test chart written in Japanese? As for the hearing, she just had a physical last week and they checked her hearing. She's always had poor hearing due to all of the untreated ear infections she had as an infant but she can pass the tests if she pays attention. Crap. Do I call the school and explain all of the juicy details and give them my excuses for sending a "blind and deaf" child to school? Or, do I just take the form to the doctor's office and let them handle it for a cost of $35? Oh well. If that's as bad as it got this week, I guess I can live with it!
Grant has been on edge all week but has had the sense to stay under my radar for fear of being shot down! He's nervous about his bike ride on Saturday but tries to act like he is just worried about the other boys' actions. Whatever. He's terrified of falling off of that bike and eating a mouthful of Silver Comet dirt in front of the other kids. Remember, he didn't even know how to ride a bike at this time last year! This is all new to him! I'm sure he'll survive (and the other kids will too).
I did enjoy my sister being here. It was fun to get to play with her little guy and then hand him back to her when he got fussy! That must be a little like what grandparents feel like. Today, my sister decided that she would have my van detailed for my birthday. I don't even want to know what it cost! I'm convinced that all five of us could have lived in that van for at least a week on the pretzel crumbs, water bottles, and general crumbage under Annie's car seat. The poor soul that cleaned the van actually pressure washed the mats and then steam cleaned the seats and carpet. That van hasn't been that clean since I bought it five years ago! However, it was definitely a wonderful feeling to drive down the road and have to pull the visor down to protect my eyes from the sun's glare. Usually, the sun couldn't even get through the layer of grime on the windows so we had no need for sunglasses or visors! It was one of those gifts that was completely unexpected but was SO appreciated. Even Annie noticed the clean carpet and said, "Mama! Look! The carpet is not poka totted! It's clean!" I wanted to remind her that it wouldn't be polka dotted if she wouldn't shake her cup of milk in the mornings and let it rain milk! So, somewhere, there's a car detailing worker going to sleep cursing my van and it's mysterious owner. (I'm sure my sister did NOT claim the van as her own and made sure that the worker knew that she'd never drive such a beast)! :)
Happy almost Friday!
Good night, all!
