Category Archives: Parenting
Murphy’s Law (anything that can go wrong, does go wrong) hit around here yesterday. I woke up to a text from OS, after having not spoken to her since late August. I didn’t reply. I didn’t, and still don’t want or need to deal with the stress she brings. Z woke up with a stomach bug that was trying to vacate from both ends, meanwhile our plumbing was backing up.
Since MIL had surgery in late September, her immune system has been down. If she gets so much as the common cold, she could be hospitalized.
Well, a sick kid was my out.
Finn didn’t want to leave us home alone, with Z being sick on top of the plumbing problems, so that was his out. He spent the day under the trailer cutting roots (a root system in the line is what caused the backup) and repairing lines.
It was not a pleasant day for any of us.
In other news, my birthday is now nineteen days away, and I’m still taking bets on whether or not my family acknowledges it at all.
Z started middle school today. All honors classes, except for English/Language Arts, in which he’s gifted.
So, lots of changes this school year. Lots of changes in 2017 in general, though.
I had a meeting with the school district’s Eligibility Committee this morning, and Z officially has his Individual Education Plan (IEP) for being gifted.
Since we’re at the tail end of the school year (three weeks to go!), it’ll come into effect when he starts middle school at the end of August.
But, holy crap, it’s been one helluva year, and we’re not even halfway through it yet.
- Z’s surgery
- My divorce
- Z being placed in all honors classes next year
- Our engagement
- Z being vetted as gifted.
We can only hope this year continues on this path.
The past week has been a roller coaster ride of emotions; my head is still all over the place.
Tuesday, January 17th
– filed for my divorce from STBXH
– Z came home from school complaining of stomach pains
Wednesday, January 18th
-kept Z home from school, he got progressively worse as the day went on
– called 911 for an ambulance to take us to the hospital
– diagnosis of appendicitis
Thursday, January 19th
– emergency appendectomy. No rupture, but a LOT of pus in his abdomen.
– due to said pus, there’s a risk of secondary infection. Extra time in the hospital.
Friday, January 20th
– got a text from STBXH saying that he’d been served with the divorce papers.
We were in the hospital until yesterday, and Z’s home til Wednesday. I’ve received a crap ton of phone calls and messages of support and concern. Including from Z’s teacher and a classmate’s mom. It’s been amazing.
I spent the whole ambulance ride to the hospital second guessing myself, after the EMTs said it could be as simple as severe constipation. Clearly, my mother’s intuition was in full force Wednesday evening. I don’t want to think about what could have happened had I not gotten him to the hospital when I did. (Hint: it could have ended VERY badly.)
Finn was amazing during all of this. He left work early to be with us in the ER Wednesday, and sat with me while Z was in surgery. He only left the hospital to go to work, and came straight back as soon as he got off. Words cannot express how much that meant to Z and I.
I know every parent thinks their kid is the best. It’s what we do as parents, we brag about our kid’s accomplishments to anyone that will listen.
I’m guilty of that myself. Though, I’ve never once bragged about Z on this blog, I do on Facebook to an extent.
Z just turned 10 on the first of this month, and he’s the smartest, kindest, thoughtful, most generous child I’ve ever met.
Last night, I asked him to get out the stuff to make dinner, while I go outside to smoke. By the time I come back in, not only had he done that, he also put the water on to boil (spaghetti for dinner).
He’s also done something similar with the laundry, I ask him to bring the basket from upstairs (bad knees, I don’t trust myself going up or down stairs carrying anything heavy). The next thing I know, he’s filled the washer.
He gave himself chores around the house, without any prompting from Finn or myself. He puts the dishes away, takes out the trash, even folds and puts away his own clothes.
Last fall, he mentioned wanting to grow out his hair, just to see what it would look like. I’m guessing it’s because Finn has long hair. Anyway, I mentioned hair donations to him, and he decided that’s what he wants to do.
He’s really sticking to his decision. A lot of people are telling him he needs a haircut (his father, his brother, his brother’s father, kids at school), but he’s holding his ground. I’ve told him “it’s your hair, it’s your business, no one else’s.”
I reopened my business page on Facebook, and here it is a week later, and I’m already up to 14 orders. Damn.
Twelve for scarves and two hats. It’s been overwhelming.
2016 is shaping up to be a pretty damn good year so far.
Finn and I are doing great. I fall even more in love with him every day. I can’t believe I’ve been so blessed to have him in my life. He’s amazing to me, and even more so to Z. I love watching them interact. Finn’s been more of a father to Z than his bio-dad, who is pretty much just a “holiday dad”, as in he only sees Z on school breaks. Thanksgiving, Christmas, spring break, and summer vacation. He had him last spring break, which means Z probably won’t see his bio-dad for another six months.