Just for the record, I am officially in my late 30's. I can't claim "mid-decade" anymore. Pushing 40. I'm just saying.
Hoss started a new outpatient program at the beginning of the month. The novelty wore off for him after about eight sessions. He still has a good three or four weeks (at least), at three days apiece, before it is likely that he's deemed ready to function with the school's regular intervention and biweekly sessions to keep him on an even keel. But at risk of bringing everyone down with all of the things that go with parenting a special needs child (or, let's be honest, special needs childREN), I am not going to talk much about Hoss' treatment anymore. I've been given an opportunity to write for a site centered around mental health. Starting...sometime soon, I will be spewing my thoughts at RealMental. Stay tuned for a button on the sidebar, if you want to keep up with the tougher side of my life.
I spent the morning of my birthday finishing the back to school shopping. You'd think that composition books would be easy to find, since they're all over the place most of the time and get used year-round. Imagine my frustration when all I could find at Staples were a lot of flowery and pastel plaid covers. I did finally find a few non-OTT-girly ones that Hoss could use. In one of the aisles, I saw a dad who had been in the same boat I was, and we compared notes on what notebooks we'd found. And his wife too one look at me and said "Where can I get one of those?!" as she elbowed her hubby. Hubby rolls his eyes whenever I wear my Hot Wife t-shirt, but he can't stop me from doing it...
My sister texted me on Friday night to ask if we had plans for my birthday, offering to babysit if Hubby and I wanted to go out to dinner or something. Since Hubby had made no plans whatsoever, we jumped on the opportunity for a dinner somewhere that doesn't have crayons on the table, and a movie that doesn't involve talking sealife or the voice talents of John Ratzenberger. We went to a local brew pub, then saw The Time Traveller's Wife, which I kinda liked. It required a fairly decent suspension of disbelief (a genetic anomoly that causes him to time travel? seriously? and he managed to hide his rapid disappearing tendencies from most of the people he came in contact with?), but also featured a lot of unclothed Eric Bana (bonus!).
I had all sorts of other things I meant to post, but...poof. Gone. Forgotten. C'est la vie.
Happy Birthday dear! I'm glad that it was a good one. I've been trying to convince Mr. Hot to go with me to see Time Traveler's Wife (I loved the book), but alas...it's a lost cause. He's afraid he'll cry. ;-)
Posted by: ree | September 01, 2009 at 09:49 PM