I was supposed to have a dentist appointment this morning; its been booked for a month and had happily co-incided with the raging, codeine evading agony which is my jaw. I’d been hanging on till this morning, hoping for dental salvation.
They called. Apparently the new dentist isn’t starting, so i couldn’t have an appointment. I whimpered about excruciating agony and she said “Well i can’t do anything; could you call back in a few weeks?”
On the up side, my bank have started listening to my rampant raving about them calling and then asking ME to identify myself with sensitive data. If you refuse, you now get told to ring 1471 which plays a recorded message telling you that your bank called. Which is an improvement. Can’t have just been me ranting then.
Along with Joyce, we’ve had a almost comical turn of events and thoguht processes which is this. Inadvertantly we’ve f**ked up. We’ve always told Fran that her gap is special and we love it and suddenly she is deeply concerned that when its repair is completed, she will miss it because its special. And then she asked who decided when it got done and if she could decide? Hm. Toughie that, particularly as i had already reassured her the other week when she noticed her nostrils were not symmetrical that Mr H would do whatever SHE asked about it. And even more, i remember finally being offered the option of investigating reconstructive surgery on my toes, only to realise that my toes were ME and i wanted them to stay. But a hole in your mouth, that directly affects a good bit of life… well… I’m busy creating this child to be a free thinking, independant young woman; who am i to say “but you have to have this done.” After all, i like it not one bit when people tell me that *I* have to have surgery for my own good. And actually, what Fran faces next is not THAT much more than cosmetic. Suddenly i’m not at all sure where the lines are drawn or what to say.
And then of course there is all the post-HESFES teen angst – clearly i’m very naive (and clearly they were having much more fun than i was!!!) but was i alone in not noticing the sex, drugs and rock-and-roll??? I thought going to HESFES with a bunch of 0-7’s was tough – i’m going to need valium to take a bunch of teenage girls! (I suppose i could DEAL the Valium.. or find a teen to supply it maybe!?!?!)
Anyway. Fran is totally absorbed in Animal Crossing – I’m quite hooked myself. her reading (and her word estimation) has gone in leaps and bounds. She has cottoned on to the economic side of it really quickly and is definitely getting a LOT out of it. *Impressed* The last couple of days she has come down in the morning and launched straight into her “normals” – she is really enjoying Toady Times Tables and seems to be getting the hang of how they “work” now – in fact, today i was very impressed by her using maths in Animal Crossing – “hmmmm… 3×4 is 12 plus 2 is 14 – look mummy! I have 14 bits of paper!” – i know its not much, but it does give me a thrill to see them make the connections from paper to real life all on their own.
We’ve also been using some of the Jolly Phonics factual books (i do laugh that this series is given the cosy name of “non-fiction”, factual presumably being too scary!) – the last couple of days she has read about shells and lizards and now wants to do “projects” on both – argh! And then this evening – “mummy, now i’m 7, i think i’d like to learn to cook and also do experiments” so we have agreed tomorrow to sit down and work out exactly what she’d like to learn and how. I’m currently on a quest for interesting patterned stitches to do on Binca with her.
Ammi is back to her normal self (lol) but had a nice day with J today, Maddy is still deaf as a post, must call doctor about that… Josie seems to have grown even MORE!!!
MUST get to the allotment tomorrow.