I feel a day late and a dollar short today. I’m drinking a Rockstar (Juiced, with mango, orange and passionfruit to be exact!) hoping that it’ll give me the kick in the pants that I’m needing. My mood seems pretty stable today (honestly, from day to day, I cannot tell if I’ll have an “on” day or an “off” day until I’m having it) so that’s a good thing. But I am getting sick. I’ve been anticipating this. Liam had a fever last weekend and was under the weather. Before that, Harry had a slight cold. I was worried that Evie would get it but so far so good. Better me than her, right? I just hope that I don’t give it to her. Right now it’s a sore tickle in my throat, a tickle in my nose that makes me sneeze, a headache and a general feeling of uckiness. Bah.
Still, slow as I’m feeling today I do have two niggling little worries pecking at the rear of my mind. First is Liam. His speech delay. We’re canceling with his speech therapist again so that’ll be two weeks in a row that we’ve begged off. Not good. But this month is just insanity around here. Kile is uber-busy at work and I just don’t feel as if I could handle both children at that appointment by myself. I need Kile there. Plus, I feel like butt. What I would like is if we get could get in with Early Intervention and find a program that would come to the house and work with him. That would be ideal. But dragging the entire family out and across town every week to pay a copay and watch a lady try to get Liam to say “milk” for an hour just ain’t cutting it. I’m sorry, but NO. I can do that at home.
Speaking of speech, the speech therapist at Harry’s school wants to work with him too. He’s got a slight impediment that should have resolved itself by now but hasn’t. I spoke to her on the phone and told her that, yes, by all means, work with him! But she needs me or Kile to go down to the school in person during school hours to speak with her, possibly fill out some forms. As you can imagine, this hasn’t happened yet? Why? Because it’s AUGUST and Kile is busy and I have two small children at home. Harry takes the bus for this very reason because I can’t leave the house. I read a phrase on Baby Bunching yesterday that describes it exactly. I’m in the Nap Trap. The Nap Trap happens when one or more child is sleeping virtually all day long, trapping you in the house. She mentioned coming in before school starts at 9 or after it gets out at 3:30. Well, at 9, Evie is in the middle of her morning nap and at 3:30, both Evie and Liam are taking their afternoon naps. And, I’m sorry, but I don’t mess with the naps. You mess with the nap, you throw off the ENTIRE day. With Kile working late because he is UBER-busy at work, I’m not going to throw off my day. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DO IT.
So in the meantime, I look like a neglectful parent because I haven’t come in yet to sign some stupid paper. So sue me.
Then there’s Evie. Because my life isn’t complete until I have something to fret about concerning all of my children, right? For the most part, she’s just perfect. And, as far as I know, she IS perfect. I don’t even know if this is something I should be concerned about or not. But she turned 5 months old yesterday (sob) and she has yet to really laugh. Sure, she has done a low chuckle, she has squealed with delight and she smiles at us almost constantly. But no baby belly laughs. Don’t they usually laugh by now? Should I worry about this? I want to hear her laugh. But nothing I do seems to do the trick. Ideas? Suggestions? Feel free to tell me I’m a worrisome nitwit.
So there’s my Thursday. Full of child-related fretting and a few sneezes and blinding headaches thrown in for shits and giggles. Don’t you wish you had my life??