Kadiera's Playground Cute but Evil - it averages out

Alex and I went to the park this evening. We were supposed to meet a playgroup there, but there was no one who seemed to be talking to anyone else, so it's hard to say if they were there and we missed them or if they just weren't there.

I give up on this group. A group that claims to be for both stay at home and working moms that only has playdates on weekday mornings unless I bug them to schedule one just isn't going to work. They charge dues, and I can't even get to a freakin event where I might be willing to pay their fucking dues because they won't schedule 2 events in one day and don't schedule things when I'm not att work.

Do not say that your playgroup is open to working moms if all your events are at 10 am on weekdays and you're not going to support evening playgroup meetings generally....especially if you refuse to schedule a playgroup on a day you already have another event.

I should just give up on post titles - they all run together after a bit.

As much as it bothers me when people look at us (me and B and the boy) as if we'd grown extra appendages, and they maybe ought to make the sign to ward off the evil eye, it's something that can be understood.

People fear the unknown, and they fear illness, and they fear kids who aren't typical.

What bothers me just as much, though, are the people who are just so overly excited about how spectacularly wonderful he's doing. Because it makes it feel like, you know, they expected a lifeless lump instead of a kid.

I'm sorry, but if your doctor says you can take the baby off the oxygen, and you won't try it because you think they might stop breathing, you need some brains and some medication.

And maybe some therapy.

Especially if you're scared to take said child out of the house, even to the park, during summer, because you think they might get sick and die.

I realize that there are points where I'm overprotective, and maybe a little overly panicky about Alexander....but I realize once in a while that I'm not that bad off.

Further: If you're super super worried about your kid getting their tonsils out, having ear tubes put in, or any other 'routine' surgery like this, please STFU and go bitch to someone else. I don't want to hear it.

Ilex butt cream: http://www.ilexpaste.com/ - the directions include the suggestion that you coat the ilex paste in vaseline to keep one's bottom from being glued shut. But apparently the stuff works wonders....

*****

Got my PR. Suggested improvements to be made (OMG, someone has constructive criticisms? this is new territory for me in a PR...) include not being as patient on follow ups that people owe me, and that while my boss knows I'm paying attention no matter what happens in a meeting or what I'm doing with my hands, I should pretend to be paying attention to what's going on like a normal person, because it's seen as insulting.

*sigh*

I can't knit in meetings. Silly putty has gotten me some rather irritated people. Now doodles and playing with my phone are out too?

Alex is doing fabulously on the vent, and they're working on getting him down to the point where the vent doesn't breathe at all unless he breathes deeply enough to trigger it. He's so much happier it's hard to explain.

My mom has been in the hospital twice in the last month with heart issues. First her heart beat was too fast, then apparently the meds for that worked too well, and her heart rate dropped way too low. She's supposed to have a catheterization next week, along with wearing a monitor to check the electrical action.

Lexapro helps. It's not perfect, but it's manageable this way, and I'm not a zombie.

Alex is scheduled for surgery at 7:30 am tomorrow.

Updates at http://sprog.quicksilverdragon.com

Wish us luck

...although I think they might disturb his future occupational and/or physical therapists.

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I really don't understand what it is you're trying to prove this year.

So, quit sitting on your hands and do what you should have been doing all along, or quit putting your nose in where it shouldn't be and leave us alone, and give me back my family.

All of them.

Whole, healthy, and happy.

No exceptions.

Because seriously, you're really getting on my nerves here, and we all know that making me really pissed off is a bad idea.

kthanxbye!

no love,

me