On one of our morning drives I stopped by the grocery store to stock up on sale items. With receipt in hand I asked the girls to help carry the bags so that the grocery cart could stay in the store. At that moment one girl was instantly busy talking and pointing to something in the store-- it looked as if she had not heard me. If I had to guess, I would say she chose not to. Of course I mentioned my observation-- of course I had it all wrong.
Since money is tight for this district, there is no busing available unless you pay for it. We bought bus passes for the younger three boys but are not ready to send our older kids on city buses at 6:40 in the morning-- so I drive them. As I drove up to the school-- bless my girls' hearts-- they thanked me for letting them go bowling with a church youth group last night. "You're very welcome, but next time I won't let you go if I first hear about it from someone else. If you want to go somewhere or do something please don't have someone else ask me for you." Julia had her friend's mother (who happens to be my good friend too) call and invite the girls before Julia mentioned it to me. Not cool-- and I had to remind them of it.
The day quickly passed by with Jonny's eye appointment and Sveta's IEP. This new eye doctor explained how Jonny's right eye shuts down every time it drifts outward which is every time he adjusts his eyes from looking far away to close up. As a result he does not have very good depth perception. He suggested that Jonny go back to bifocals and weekly patching-- oh fun. The bifocal part is no big deal-- we ordered his new flex frame glasses today-- but Jonny is not thrilled with the idea of having to patch again. But what child is??
As for Sveta's IEP, I must say that I was impressed with the team--- All good folk trying to do the best they can with the resources they have. They had nothing but nice things to say about my daughter (all of them for that matter) which was wonderful to hear. Sveta is at a solid second-- maybe third in some areas--grade level and making progress every day which is fine when you look at the grade she is in, but if you look at her age that means she is at least five years behind. After hearing this, I am more undecided than ever about whether I should and could home school her. Like with Alex, I wonder whether I am the best person to educate Sveta because of all the neat learning tricks a special ed teacher does-- definitley not my forte. As Sveta's teacher explained to me the way she was teaching Sveta how to do algebraic equations, I'll admit I was impressed.
By the end of the meeting, one of the teachers felt that she knew me well enough to comment that I would probably not like the book that Anastasia had picked up from the library. I couldn't wait to see what this book on teen pregnancy looked like. When Anastasia showed it to me, I had to smile. Yes, the book was about a 15 year old girl who had a baby but the cartoon pictures of a girl with her doll made me realize how innocent Anastasia was in choosing this book. It was nice that she didn't question me when I told her not to look at the book. Too bad another curious daughter already had her nose buried in it. When will I learn that as soon as something is made off limits it suddenly becomes an item of intense interest? A better question is, when will my daughter learn that my saying something is off limits actually means that it is off limits?
Raising girls-- teenage girls is certainly no easy job. Often times right in the midst of it I find myself frustrated-- shaking my head. "What were they thinking?" Like the time the plumber just last week pulled a huge hairball out of the shower drain (you were right Mom) even after me repeatedly telling them to throw their hair away in the trash.
Yet, I love, love love my job as Mom nonetheless.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to begin a new 550 piece puzzle with my girls and sip hot cocoa with a spritz of whipped cream. What better way to spend a Friday night?