I could write a novel here, it has been a hell of a week. Half days of school, parent teacher conferences, working longer hours (so I could take time off to go to PT conferences), Girl Scout re dedication ceremonies, Girl Scout Service Project events, birthday party prep, clean up after last weekend project, and the loss of Rosey's classmate.
Conference have gone great so far, Slow down and turn in your class work are the only complains the girls teachers have...so all is well there. Two honor roll students, lets see if they maintain, as school gets boring. I am debating the whole special Ed thing again, now that Tay's IEP is due, the the teachers are struggling to keep her in the program. Who know what tomorrow brings...is all I can say.
My house is being swallowed by pile of recyclables, mostly it is my box Christmas box collection (don't tell mom). My crawl space was full of nothing but junk, with John
replacing the boiler it was a perfect time to clean out the crawl space, now it is headed to the central land fill. With many doubts that is.... Monday I set an 8 foot stack of fiber glass ceiling tiles out for the garbage man. As soon as he pulled away I kicked myself for throwing them out; they would have insulated the garage door wonderfully. Now I am having doubts throwing any of it out. I mean how could I ever part with the box from Nordstrom's that Grandpa Epperson used to get his Christmas socks in... well that one was easy it is only 25 years old and smelled like mildew, but my point is those are MEMORIES.
I set my girls up with a project, shredding old financial documents, three small boxes, that were from before John and I married up until Byrd was born, those three small boxes were turn into 5 or 6 garbage bags of (and still shredding)... MEMORIES...
This was for the flowers at our wedding, I think they cost more then our wedding rings!
This one was from when we first came back to Alaska, we had more money then I had ever seen and a bedroom set was a great first investment for a newly engaged couple. We only have the bed frame and bed side table left, we passed the mattress to Heath (and have since replace our bed the second time), and Sarah has the head board. Many GREAT years for a measly $1200.00.
Speaking of which....today is Rosey's 12th birthday... right about now, back in 1995, I was getting my water popped at 7:30 am, while waiting for John to get to Anchorage. We all thought it would be a quick labor so John was hauling tail, to make it. Rosey had other plans and refused to come until ER came on television, 9:09 at night. I was probably a little pissy that I missed my TV show, when I sent John to go get dinner from Arby's; a craving I had all week and because I was tied to a hospital for the last five weeks, I could not get to it, by the time things had settled after her birth, Arby's had closed and John returned with all wrong things. The poor boy. Rosey was healthy, I was irritable, and John couldn't win. Today, we are celebrating with pizza, roller skating, and sleepover.
Along with a normally the busy week, Rosey and her classmates lost a friend on Monday. Cameron had gone to school with her since 2nd grade, his little sister is friends of Byrd's, and their Mom worked at the elementary School, until recently (she started got a job with another friend of ours). Cameron had some serious allergies, milk being one of them. There have been a lot of rumors going on, but the one piece that has been constant is that he drank pink lemonade that what fortified with protein, a milk based protein, he had breathing complications, and his brain wouldn't work any more.
I feel for these parents, and these kids. We have had a house full of kids all week, making t-shirts, posters, and banners. The girls that new him are taking it very hard, I can't imagine what the boys are doing dealing with it.
Death is nothing new to most of these kids, our local elementary school has lost a student or a teacher every year around this time for the last three years. Morning the loss of a loved one, sound like we should add it to our curriculum. It is just to much.
With dealing with the dis-organized house (which seems like all the time now) and the active social lives of the children, I am struggling with being a grown up about this job. I love the extra money, and I love getting out out of the house (I wish this job gave me more opportunity to meet new people), and I want a job, and my family is dealing with it, and I know I need to work....but I HATE THIS JOB. I did in the beginning, right after the interview, and I took the job anyway. I thought I was just resenting giving up my days. I am trying to positive, open minded, to remember that it will look great on a resume, and that it is easier to get a job when you have one. BUT...I am having communication problems with my boss which I am sure leads her to believe I am totally inapt to do the job, but she keeps contradicting herself and when I try to explain the contradiction she denies the previsions conversation. I can deal with that to some point, but sitting around for 4 hours to answer 3 phone calls, that I am not allowed to do anything but transfer....WHAT IS THE POINT... there's a thing call voice mail. Out of the 16 hours I put in I work maybe 4 of them. You would think it would be a dream job, but I call it BOREDOM! Maybe she will fire me...have I put enough into unemployment yet?
It has been an emotional, stressfull week. And I need a weekend in bed with a good book...maybe I can fit it in sometime late January.
