Don't Laugh, I'm FLYing....
Not a whole lot to report on this week.
I had my monthly meeting with the girls' therapists. The general consensus is that the girls are doing very well, and making great gains. There was a brief pause, and one of the therapists said, "its a shame its almost over". Meaning, that when the girls turn three, they're booted out of Early intervention. However, now begins my battle to get the girls into a preschool that will continue to give them the speech therapy and special ed they need. Since I'm looking for two seats, not just one, and the class sizes are very small - I really need to start doing my homework and get the girls on waiting lists. Nervewracking.
Also nervewracking is the idea of sending my girls off to school. As relieved as I'll be to have a few hours to myself in a given day, something tells me that I'm golng to cry my eyes out, watching my babies going off into the world. I've been existing in this little bubble all along, just me and my girls - and its almost over. And I face the end with a strange combination of euphoria and sadness. Guess I better just get used to it, because from here on in, its all about letting them go, isn't it? Jeez.
The Christmas tree hasn't gone up yet. Surprise. I think we'll be bringing boxes down this weekend. But tomorrow we're trekking out to L.I. to my BILs house for a birthday party...always a chore.
I've recently tried adopting some new organizational habits. My days are always so hectic, and there never seems to be enough time to do everything that needs doing. On the advice of some friends, I signed up for reminders from the FlyLady. At first I scoffed, but it really seems to be helping. My kitchen is cleaner today than its been in months. Let's see if I can make it stick. Wish me luck.
Ok. I'm off. Here's this week's Friday Fiver:
1. Are you complicated? - Like the Sunday Times Crossword Puzzle.
2. Do you retaliate? - Its petty, and I try not to now that I'm a "responsible adult"....but I do have the tendency.
3. Last person to hug you? - Miss Princess S.
4. Your latest complaint: - I can't think of one. I'm flabbergasted.
5. Who was the bully on your playground? - I don't remember back that far. The bully in high school was Fran. But only because she had an older sister who was even meaner than her.
I had my monthly meeting with the girls' therapists. The general consensus is that the girls are doing very well, and making great gains. There was a brief pause, and one of the therapists said, "its a shame its almost over". Meaning, that when the girls turn three, they're booted out of Early intervention. However, now begins my battle to get the girls into a preschool that will continue to give them the speech therapy and special ed they need. Since I'm looking for two seats, not just one, and the class sizes are very small - I really need to start doing my homework and get the girls on waiting lists. Nervewracking.
Also nervewracking is the idea of sending my girls off to school. As relieved as I'll be to have a few hours to myself in a given day, something tells me that I'm golng to cry my eyes out, watching my babies going off into the world. I've been existing in this little bubble all along, just me and my girls - and its almost over. And I face the end with a strange combination of euphoria and sadness. Guess I better just get used to it, because from here on in, its all about letting them go, isn't it? Jeez.
The Christmas tree hasn't gone up yet. Surprise. I think we'll be bringing boxes down this weekend. But tomorrow we're trekking out to L.I. to my BILs house for a birthday party...always a chore.
I've recently tried adopting some new organizational habits. My days are always so hectic, and there never seems to be enough time to do everything that needs doing. On the advice of some friends, I signed up for reminders from the FlyLady. At first I scoffed, but it really seems to be helping. My kitchen is cleaner today than its been in months. Let's see if I can make it stick. Wish me luck.
Ok. I'm off. Here's this week's Friday Fiver:
1. Are you complicated? - Like the Sunday Times Crossword Puzzle.
2. Do you retaliate? - Its petty, and I try not to now that I'm a "responsible adult"....but I do have the tendency.
3. Last person to hug you? - Miss Princess S.
4. Your latest complaint: - I can't think of one. I'm flabbergasted.
5. Who was the bully on your playground? - I don't remember back that far. The bully in high school was Fran. But only because she had an older sister who was even meaner than her.
posted by scrappintwinmom @ 12:00 AM
4 Comments:
At 12:33 AM,
Catherine said…
Early intervention here lasts till school starting age which is five - still, I'm sure all the work that's been done already will reap rewards. As for putting the Christmas tree up, we always had real trees here, and there's no way a real tree will survive in summer if put out more than about a week before Christmas.
Here from Michele's
At 10:34 PM,
Karianna said…
Yep, selecting the "right" preschool (and one with room!) is quite a trick. The "best" schools sometimes aren't the right fit. I've learned that over and over again!
At 12:12 AM,
OldLady Of The Hills said…
I'm here from Michele's tonight and I am unfamiliar with "early intervention"...what is that for? Well, I'm sorry I am so ignorant about this....forgive me.
I grew up on Long Island....in Great Neck...a v-e-r-y long long time ago....!
At 12:14 AM,
carmilevy said…
Your kids will do just fine because they have a mom who fights for them and does everything in her power to ensure their long-term success. From the eloquent way you write, I know it's day-to-day challenging for you. But it's heartening to read how strongly you advocate on their behalf. That's most of the battle.
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