So much has happened. Little things stack. Brain fills up. An endless cycle. Then I can't sleep again.
Nicoli's ARD was today. Cody came home from work early and went with me. Coley's new teachers from next year's school came too. I feel more comfortable now that I have seen them interact with him. He was so happy to have us all there, fawning attention on him. The grin could have split his face. We have plans to meet the rest of the staff and visit the school over the summer to get him acclimated. He has made so much progress. I hope that he doesn't hate me for sitting on him over the summer, drilling lessons and trying to keep him at least on the same level. To go back to him not speaking again, I don't think I could bear it.
Genna woke up a little while ago, and came to bed with us. Then Coley. And now there is no more room for me. Genna was talking in her sleep a bit.
G: Where is my mommy?
K: What Honey?
G: (sleepy) Mommy, I want to not be lost.
K: You aren't lost silly girl, I'm right here.
G: But you are always lost mommy.
K: Okay, uh, point conceded. But we're home, and you, you're asleep.
G: *clutches more of my pillow, eyes closed* No I not. Also, I do not want to have a big giant chicken eat me.
K: Right, well that's an understandable thing, to not... want to happen. You know you are bigger than chickens now, don't you? Higher on the food chain an all?
G: *Snores*
Heres hoping that works out happily, minus giant baby eating chickens.
I cleared out some of the garden today. The cantaloupe has taken over. So far as to have killed half the potatoes and Quinn's lima bean. It's a good thing the tomatoes are still in pots or they would have also been swallowed. Never had it occurred to me that sweet yet bland cantaloupe would viscously destroy my garden, I guess all life has a deeply honed survival instinct. Even melons.
Please, I pray you, greater being of some type; let me not make any more plain black tunics. Ever evAR again. Really it's my own fault for not having been satisfied with the first one I made, the second one being too big, and the third having the wrong neckline. Fourth time is the charm? /headdesk
Dad is still moody and refusing to speak to his live in girlfriend Judy or his Quasi-girlfriend, Moms. On the bonus female avoidy, he is also not speaking to Tia Juana, for whom he was supposed to be installing kitchen cabinets, like yesterday. He is so losing his driving and TV privileges for this one.
My birthday is almost here. I'll be 28 on the 28th of May. Some folks call that a 'golden birthday', turning the age that corresponds with the day. They are heavily celebrated by the Louisiana cousins. There are so many of us that having a supers special one time birthday happens once every couple months. They tend to go all out if they can help it. Left on my own, I try to down play. Pretend I don't want to be bothered over. But truly, I think I'm mostly afraid to want to be celebrated, and then to not be. Fear of 'party rejection'? Generally I don't like the spotlight, it's tinged with scrutiny. Mostly I'd rather do what needs doing, off to the side, and watch the fun from a safe distance. But this time, a modicum of fuss wouldn't be too bad. I've told Cody that I don't want to cook dinner, he deems that a reasonable request. So anybody wanna come out to eat with us? Sushi, Kerby, Pho, .... consensus?
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