Yesterday was the first day back at school and already I have a complaint from Honeybear’s teacher about him. She told me he was kicking another child and refused to apologise. Then he further refused to participate in the morning activities and birthday party.
We had our parents meeting and I left feeling like there is no hope. Last year this time we signed up Honeybear for Speech Therapy. While I did not feel like the therapy was fully warranted, but I did not want to be one of those parents who ignore problems. My feelings were right, when the assessment at the end of the year (after months of speech therapy and a new therapist), it was found he has no problems outside what are normal for his age.
It has been a while…but that seems the norm these days. I have been in the new job almost a whole month and I think it is going fine. The office is way way way more relaxed than the previous office. I have had two deadlines in the time I have been there, and even with work under pressure, it was still relaxed. Deadlines must be met, but neither are they the end of the world.
I still gets loads of calls from the old office and after the end of March, I am going to have to cut them loose. My friends from there are waiting for a dinner date so we can all catch up.
The new office also gave us all Monday off…had nothing to do with leave. I think getting into the relationships may take a while, because everyone in that office has worked there forever. I think that is a good sign, that people stay there. The old office had a very high staff turnover.
Hubby has had some compliments about the way he is managing his new position. I think it makes him feel relaxed knowing that he is making a difficult position work.
Honeybear and I spent some good quality time together these last four days. I think we both needed it. I have been working so hard on my private work. I try to work only when he is asleep, but it is not always possible. I also need to spend time with Hubby.
Things with Hubby is another post. I love him so much, and he is one of the most caring souls, and I am so lucky to have him choose me.
I am going nuts I think. I just cannot stop reading and reading and reading and it is taking over everything. I have a reading problem.
I was reading Marcia’s blog about the number of books read in a year and I read a lot. I only realised it when I commented there. And this weekend I remembered….
I read and read and lose myself in books when I am troubled. Last year was a year of turmoil for me, in terms of work and getting used to big school with Honeybear. Hubby and I seemed to to disconnect for bit too. Living past each other, with all this stuff going on in our lives.
I am still reading like a crazy woman, and I do feel troubled. Hubby is working longer hours with his new position and sometimes it is a whole twenty four hours before all three of us connect. We connect among the routine of our lives, getting ready for work, school, laundry, cricket games…which is not much of a connection. I am pretty busy working my day job and then my private work and then the PTA, and body corporate…and being a Mom. I am so excited about HB learning to read, that I have to spend every afternoon with him, making sure he does not fall behind. Hubby and I are back to stolen kisses and promises to sit down together. Hubby works one weekend, I work the other weekend…and so it goes.
This all came to me as I sat in a dingy hot office on Friday morning with my latest student. The lady I was trying to sweet talk into helping started dishing out relationship advice to my student and myself. She divorced her husband after 24 years. You would think that after 24 years you have it sorted…you must never take things for granted.
She said that they divorced because they never made time for each other anymore and that she did not understand his love language, and vice versa. (we were there for 35 minutes, but that is the essence). This has had me thinking, in my weekend frenzy of reading. Hubby and I need to take a time out. We need to be with each other again. I am not sure how I will make this happen. I am going to suck up my pride and I ask my long time friend if she is willing to have three kids for an afternoon, and maybe hubby and I can have an old-fashioned date.
I read because it helps me resolve things, and it helps me escape and it helps me breathe…escapism.