Walking Backwards

Thrilling experiences from a rather uneventful life.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

 
I'm still spending most of my time in project mode. Today Nicholas and I ran errands, but while I was home I made this little sweetie (pattern from www.weewonderfuls.com):





She's for a friend who is expecting her first baby in October. I'm going to miss the shower, but I wanted to do something special.

Nicholas hasn't been in the best of moods today and I think it is because I've been spending all of my time at the sewing machine. He was a little neglected. Tomorrow we are having baby H over, so even if I pay close attention and am involved with the two of them, Nico is still going to feel neglected and act out in his special way. I need to figure out a good compromise that will let me get something done and still pay attention to him, but have him be okay for the time that I do have to leave him, but be able to limit that. Ah, I need some sort of magic here.

School child care has all been set up, but Joe has thrown a wrench into it by adamantly pushing to have Nicholas in a traditional school environment in the fall. He says that it will be too stressful for Nicholas when he goes into kindergarten to go from the loosely structured day we have to full on rigid structure. I see where he is coming from, but we're on all of the waiting lists for all the schools I would consider sending Nicholas to school to and they are ALL FULL. I need to know before I enroll in my school what my childcare hours are going to be so I don't sign up for a class and have to drop mid-session because Nicholas got into a school and they require pick-up by noon. I also don't want to sign him up for a school I'm not comfortable with that would limit my going to school anyway because I would be there constantly monitoring the place. Instead, a friend who love Nico is going to watch him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday along with her son and two other children she watches. I don't think that is a bad deal, but Joe keeps going on about the structure, the structure. We got into a fight at Joe's work when I went by to drop off something. I hate fighting.

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