Yesterday, my day started with an armed robbery and ended with a pony bite, which totally reminded me that I should be blogging. I mean, who has days like this? I blog to find camaraderie, or at least to confirm that my life really is a tad crazy, so maybe it's okay if I feel like I'm losing my mind.
For the record, they caught the robber just seconds after he dashed across the parking lot outside my office window. And Pink P is no worse for the wear after her run-in with the orchard pony on her school field trip. When I asked Pink why the horse bit her, she said, "That was one crazy horse, Mama. They're not all like that." Worried that the experience might have put her off horses for awhile (thus requiring me to dispose of hundreds of dollars worth of horse toys, books, and apparel), I asked if she was scared of them now. With an expression that I'm pretty sure was a mixture of pity and embarrassment at my simple-mindedness, she said, "Mooooom, you know I love horses." And, that was the end of the discussion. She didn't find it at all funny this morning when I said, "Don't get bitten by any ponies today, okay?" as I kissed her and put her on the school bus. I need to remember that kindergarteners don't always appreciate my attempts at humor and only find it disturbing when I try to enter their fantasy worlds. It's a shame, though. I could sure use a little more fantasy in my life.
So, what else is new, you ask? Well, three more weeks until major back surgery number 3, but we can't talk about that because I am in a blissful state of denial. Denial necessitated by the fact that I have a new job, a new house, in a new town, with new schools, and somehow we have to make this transition work despite the shi**y back. Sky and Pink started public school several weeks ago. I keep meaning to write about it, but so far it's going so well, I don't have much to say (great now I've jinxed myself). Here's a summary to hold you over until I actually write about it: The IEP is in place. Sky feels well supported by all the people there meant to help kids like him. He's having trouble making friends, and some of the kids are bullying him (jerks), but we are on top of it, and his school-related anxiety level seems lower than I've seen it in a long time.
I promise to write more soon. I have a 14-hour plane ride in my near future, so that should give me some time to think.