Skip to main content

The downturn... And other stuff...

Ah, have had a bit of a downward turn emotionally tonight. It started with banging my head on the boys bunk which hurt like buggary and which I would normally have just "Ow'd" off, but tonight it had my burst into big heaving sobs, definitely an emotional watershed...

Last weekend was pretty full on with Luey going to Liam's birthday on Sunday and me babysitting on Sunday night, then the boys having a curriculum day on Monday (so they were home) and of course Cup Day yesterday (home again), so I didn't get any work done those days and I'm getting sufficiently far behind now for it to be a simmering stressor. Then this morning we had the BIG meeting with Luey's teacher and the Principal, which we ended up missing because the taxi company SUCKS big time and couldn't get the kind of cab we order LAST NIGHT to our door in a timely fashion. Of course, this brought up all my own frustration and built up resentment of Dave dragging his heels with regard to getting a license...

So, that meeting will have to be rescheduled. Liam's dad will have had HIS meeting with the teacher and Principal this afternoon, I wish I knew how that went.

Then back to the school at 1.30pm to sign the boys out early to take them to the behavioural opthalmologist. Both boys have good sight, within the expected range, but the Opthy noted that Erik tend to cross gased "prematurely" and said that can cause children to bring objects closer when looking at that, thus straining the eyes (kids this age are long sighted still). Also, she noted that his focus release from near to far is slightly slower than she would expect for a child his age. As she said, nothing wrong at this point, but these two things MIGHT be VERY EARLY symptoms of myopia. She recommended to definitely bring him in next year, but if we or his teacher's notice him needing to squint, or hold books closer than elbow distance away to read, then to bring him in earlier.

Luey's sight is fine though he has the opposite range of vision, instead of peaking in vision too early (myopia), he is slightly "behind" in development, and is at the farther end of far sightedness for his age - but still within his expected range. She says he compensates really well for this, so doesn't see a problem there at all. The Opthalmologist was lovely, and so close (about the same distance as going to Jen's house actually), so a really great contact! She also wants to see Bryn next year. Of course, I mentioned my own condition (she wanted a brief family history), and she recognized Professor Billson's name (the Professor who followed my case from age 5 to my late 20s), and so she is keen to get me in there for a check up, too. I know this is mostly just for her own professional curiosity, but I haven't had a check in a number of years, so it would be good to have a personal progress report, too.

So, anyway, after all this excitement, I'm feeling a bit deflated tonight. This head cold isn't helping either. I could really do with some down time without any people around me. I have to admit that sitting in the quiet house by myself (three sleeping children down the hallway) while babysitting on Sunday was great! I got so much reading done, and I didn't have any distractions (because I wasn't at home to allow myself to be distracted, yk?). I kind of wish I had this kind of enforced solitude each week - might have to vy for some more babysitting opportunities!

Comments

HipbubbyMama said…
The Optometrist sounds great! I'll def have to get her details from you :) And I hear you on the distractions of working at home too. I've decided the only way for me is a dedicated workspace-I have a big mission to clean out my study as soon as term is over!

Popular posts from this blog

12 Things Happy People Do Differently - a self-reflection...

A few days ago a Facebook friend posted the above poster on her wall. I believe she got these points from this blog which she enjoys reading, and the bloggers on the Marc and Angel Hack Life blog derived their discussion of these points from this book, available on Amazon - you're welcome! I have to admit, I haven't read the blog or the book I've just mentioned but wanted my readers to have access to the sources of the poster for their own reflective purposes.
The New Year will be upon us in but a few days and I thought this a great opportunity to do a little personal assessment on how I'm playing the happy game. I'm often not very happy at all - I don't need to be happy all the time, let me just say that up front - I personally believe that life is a balancing act and those who seek euphoria often will also often feel desolation because in all things there must be balance. The great riches of the few on this planet come at the personal cost of the many as is …

The symbolism of elephants...

Just recently I've been seeing and noticing elephants everywhere!

A few weeks ago I saw the Samsung Elephant Ad, and watching that led me to watching a video with an elephant painting (seriously, you have to watch it to believe it!).

Then last night the boys told me they were having a free dress day at school to raise money for 'Mali the Elephant' - who turned out to be a paper maché statue which the children will paint and then show around the council before it comes back to the school to stand outside the performing arts room.

Then this morning I followed a link from Twitter to Toushka Lee's blog and read this post about an elephant orphanage in Sri Lanka.

This morning the Grumpy Old Man did another driving test and unfortunately didn't pass. We've booked his next test and are looking forward to that now. About ten minutes before he walked in the door I saw this poster on Facebook...


At the time, I didn't know if the Grumpy Old Man had been successful or …

Alone... And Stuff...

Do you ever just need to be alone?



As the boys are growing up, we have more times when the house is quiet. The youngest will be asleep. One will be reading, one will be playing on his computer with headphones on, one will be painting and there is stillness.

Sometimes, even that is not enough.

Sometimes I crave being alone, with no possibility of someone suddenly realising they have to tell me something important or ask me a question or even just crash about in the kitchen.

Sometimes I crave S P A C E, lots and lots of space, being able to walk from room to room without encountering another soul.

This is how I felt when I woke up this morning, so instead of getting ready for work, I decided to stay home. Get up, but not go anywhere, no hear the sound of my own voice, or anyone else's.

I think this might just be part of getting older. After a lifetime of chasing after other people and trying not to be alone, my mind and body is full of thoughts, experiences, feelings, and busy-ness …