I think I need to get really honest about the name of this blog. Obviously, I'm single (not married) and residing in Sacramento but I don't tell people how often it is that I am actually sleepless. Which is a lot of the time. Too much.
If you happened upon my stash of meds, you'd think that I was comatose most of the time. And you'd probably wonder why I waste my time teaching pilates when I could make much more money on the high school campuses selling this stuff. Quite honestly, you'd wonder what a holistic yoga girl is doing with this kind of arsenal. Here's just a sampling:
Ambien
Klonopin
Zanax
Lunesta
Zyprexa
Seroquel
Remeron
Trazadone
Valium
Melatonin
Skull Cap (seriously!)
If you looked up the actual conditions that some of the above drugs are prescribed for, you'd probably assume that a depressed, bipolar and manic individual resides in my home since some of these medications are used for their sedating properties. But no, it's just one mom, battling a life-long, all out WAR against insomnia. Without a lot of success.
I'm seeing a new sleep doctor and I just tried hynotherapy this week. I also tried a new drug that is used for schizophrenia. It rendered me useless for a solid day. Which would be great if I didn't have a five-year-old to care for and a job that actually requires me to show up, speak with articulation and more often than not, adjust various body parts. I can see why the drug is prescribed for people dealing with multiple personalities. The drug pretty much guarantees one personality: zombie.
After my first divorce (OK, now you know...yes, there has been more than one marriage!), I stopped sleeping. I was 25 years old, working my tail off in the corporate world, commuting ungodly hours each way to work, and basically living on adrenaline. On weekends, I'd go out with my friends to all the new Bay Area fun spots, then crash on Sundays. Most weekdays, I'd toss and turn, then give up and get out of bed by 4:30am to teach a spin class or do extra work before going into the office. Yes, I was a Type A back then. Big time.
All that lack of sleep started a deficit early on that I can't seem to reverse. When I had B, getting up with him in the night really was no big deal since I was used to being awake much of the night anyway. When he started sleeping through the night, I continued to wake up at all hours. Some nights were better than others. I'm lucky to get five hours of quality sleep. Some people can function quite well on this amount; I, however, know that I need closer to seven to get through my day without forgetting clients names, running stop signs and using words that are at least two syllables.
I can never sleep in which makes things worse. I'm usually wide awake by 4:30am and struggle to stay in bed until 6:00am. So by 8:00pm each night, I am generally fading quickly. Which is actually OK because my sleep doctor says I can't watch television or use the computer within two hours of bedtime. So, don't even ask me about my favorite "Idol" contestant or what I think about the latest "Bachelor" reject and certainly don't send me anything on email that might require my immediate attention.
There are other "sleep rules." I'm supposed to be "winding down" at 8:00pm. I can engage in sex but no serious discussions. Chamomile tea is acceptable, wine is not. Reading is allowed, provided that it is done outside of the bedroom and the reading material must be "light" in nature. It's also recommended that I sleep in my own bed every night. You get the idea.
I'm hopeful that the combined efforts of my doctor and the hypnotherapist can help. But the doctor hasn't returned my calls and what I talked about in hypnotherapy was this: a black cat, a crowded airplane and a series of "reward" stars. So I think that maybe all those years of not sleeping have potentially made me a bit crazy.
Speaking of crazy, last week, I had a really horrible night that entailed a 1:30am phone call to my boyfriend, S. I'm not posting the details but I will say that he came over and helped with B the next morning before school as I called nine clients and cancelled their sessions. I'll also say that he might be an actual saint and that you should never combine medications, particularly those that are intended for sleep. I think you get the gist.
So if I seem a little foggy and I happen to forget your birthday, your child's name, or our last conversation, now you'll know why. I shudder at the thought of dealing with this level of fatigue for the rest of my life and I'm hoping and praying for a sleep miracle to come my way soon.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
My New Favorite Holiday
I've never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day. It's always seemed to be too contrived and forced, and as I've mentioned before in my posts, I'm not a huge fan of dead flowers, cheap chocolate, or even expensive diamonds. I'm kinda like a Valentine's scrooge.
But I think my relatively new boyfriend, S, may be responsible for the fact that it's only the day after the holiday, and I'm already looking forward to February 14th of next year.
I wasn't privy to all the planning for the evening. I pried the restaurant name out of S so that I could dress appropriately and then "modeled" five outfits for my mom and B. We decided on a crushed velvet, Goodwill special (very vintage and much more expensive than what I actually paid for it). All I knew beyond dinner was that I'd be going back to S's house for the night and my mom would be staying over with B. We did have a 9am curfew on Sunday morning so I knew that our evening couldn't get too out of hand.
We had a lovely dinner at Cafe Vinotecca which I highly recommend, then headed for the downtown area. S pulled into a parking garage across from Mason's and The Park Ultra Lounge and I assumed we were going for after dinner cocktails. I didn't notice the big Marriott sign above the parking garage so I was quite surprised when S pulled his own overnight bag out of the trunk.
Turns out, he'd been downtown earlier in the day to bring in champagne and gifts. We had a great room, complimented by a bottle of way-too-good bubbly and three big pink boxes. Since my parents read this blog, the "secret" of what was inside the boxes which just have to stay with Vicky, me, and S. Suffice to say, the contents were nothing short of fabulous.
Because of the hotel's well-situated location, we were able to walk to one of my favorite midtown bars, Lounge on 20 for more bubbly and food and this morning, with no children bounding out of bed at 6am, we could enjoy coffee and breakfast, and several ibuprofen for me.
It was definitely a holiday to remember and now, one to even look forward to. And I have a full year to negotiate a longer curfew!
Thanks, S, for being such a wonderful Valentine!!
But I think my relatively new boyfriend, S, may be responsible for the fact that it's only the day after the holiday, and I'm already looking forward to February 14th of next year.
I wasn't privy to all the planning for the evening. I pried the restaurant name out of S so that I could dress appropriately and then "modeled" five outfits for my mom and B. We decided on a crushed velvet, Goodwill special (very vintage and much more expensive than what I actually paid for it). All I knew beyond dinner was that I'd be going back to S's house for the night and my mom would be staying over with B. We did have a 9am curfew on Sunday morning so I knew that our evening couldn't get too out of hand.
We had a lovely dinner at Cafe Vinotecca which I highly recommend, then headed for the downtown area. S pulled into a parking garage across from Mason's and The Park Ultra Lounge and I assumed we were going for after dinner cocktails. I didn't notice the big Marriott sign above the parking garage so I was quite surprised when S pulled his own overnight bag out of the trunk.
Turns out, he'd been downtown earlier in the day to bring in champagne and gifts. We had a great room, complimented by a bottle of way-too-good bubbly and three big pink boxes. Since my parents read this blog, the "secret" of what was inside the boxes which just have to stay with Vicky, me, and S. Suffice to say, the contents were nothing short of fabulous.
Because of the hotel's well-situated location, we were able to walk to one of my favorite midtown bars, Lounge on 20 for more bubbly and food and this morning, with no children bounding out of bed at 6am, we could enjoy coffee and breakfast, and several ibuprofen for me.
It was definitely a holiday to remember and now, one to even look forward to. And I have a full year to negotiate a longer curfew!
Thanks, S, for being such a wonderful Valentine!!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Link To Editorial
I'm not good with blog formatting skills, thus the editorial in the previous post is impossible to read which is a shame because it is so so so so so so so so so SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good. Click on it here:
http://badmommymoments.wordpress.com/2008/11/16/why-dont-friends-with-kids-have-time/
http://badmommymoments.wordpress.com/2008/11/16/why-dont-friends-with-kids-have-time/
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Friends Without Children & Other Rants
When I moved to Sacramento, I quickly made several single girlfriends and we spent endless nights dancing at Harlow's and Faces, then recovering the next day over Starbucks and at hot yoga. Those days are long over.
Back when I was a stay-at-home mom, I felt like my single friends often wondered what I did all day with my "free" time. And that is when the "singletons" started dropping out of my life.
Perhaps the fact that my ex went back to work for FIVE twenty-hour shifts, back-to-back, leaving me with a cranky baby for almost a week on end, then proceeded to stay away for two years (always working) with no help in sight had something to do with it. I began to sense a major rift between my single friends. I could not just spontaneously agree to host a book club meeting, nor could I commit to a once a week yoga class, and definitely forget having drinks and dinner on a Saturday night.
Now that I'm technically "child free" for 50% of the time, I feel, in some ways, that though my son is older, I have more obligations and the leash seems to be getting shorter and shorter.
So when my friend, Dina, sent an email with this great editorial on the demands of motherhood, I knew I had to post it here.
Without question, I feel that the editorial addresses the challenges of every stay-at-home mom. But allow me to vent just for a moment here. I don't think anyone has it harder than the single parent who TRIES to stay at home and also TRIES to make a decent living so that she and her son can pay the mortgage and eat.
Sometimes my friends don't understand when I can't find time to have long phone conversations or when I can't make a commitment to be somewhere every week, like at yoga or even every month, for a book club. Believe me, I'd love to have these distractions in my life.
But the reality is that when B's at school, I'm working. And when he's home in the afternoon, I'm finding things for us to do. I am territorial about this one-on-one time with him; I have so very little of it these days. Generally, my mom comes over in the late afternoon and I'm back to work. If I'm lucky, I can come home in time to eat with him and if I'm very, very lucky, I can even tuck him in.
Then on the days when I don't have him, I stack up as much work as possible and try to complete as many household tasks as possible so that when we do have time together, we can do fun things, like last week's bird house painting project, without feeling badly about planting him in front of television while I run the vacuum. And so goes the life of a single mom.
It's not ideal and there are people who don't understand why I don't have more time.
To be sure, no one has it easy when it comes to motherhood. And that's why I'm so glad that the writer of this editorial tackled the issue with such honesty...
Back when I was a stay-at-home mom, I felt like my single friends often wondered what I did all day with my "free" time. And that is when the "singletons" started dropping out of my life.
Perhaps the fact that my ex went back to work for FIVE twenty-hour shifts, back-to-back, leaving me with a cranky baby for almost a week on end, then proceeded to stay away for two years (always working) with no help in sight had something to do with it. I began to sense a major rift between my single friends. I could not just spontaneously agree to host a book club meeting, nor could I commit to a once a week yoga class, and definitely forget having drinks and dinner on a Saturday night.
Now that I'm technically "child free" for 50% of the time, I feel, in some ways, that though my son is older, I have more obligations and the leash seems to be getting shorter and shorter.
So when my friend, Dina, sent an email with this great editorial on the demands of motherhood, I knew I had to post it here.
Without question, I feel that the editorial addresses the challenges of every stay-at-home mom. But allow me to vent just for a moment here. I don't think anyone has it harder than the single parent who TRIES to stay at home and also TRIES to make a decent living so that she and her son can pay the mortgage and eat.
Sometimes my friends don't understand when I can't find time to have long phone conversations or when I can't make a commitment to be somewhere every week, like at yoga or even every month, for a book club. Believe me, I'd love to have these distractions in my life.
But the reality is that when B's at school, I'm working. And when he's home in the afternoon, I'm finding things for us to do. I am territorial about this one-on-one time with him; I have so very little of it these days. Generally, my mom comes over in the late afternoon and I'm back to work. If I'm lucky, I can come home in time to eat with him and if I'm very, very lucky, I can even tuck him in.
Then on the days when I don't have him, I stack up as much work as possible and try to complete as many household tasks as possible so that when we do have time together, we can do fun things, like last week's bird house painting project, without feeling badly about planting him in front of television while I run the vacuum. And so goes the life of a single mom.
It's not ideal and there are people who don't understand why I don't have more time.
To be sure, no one has it easy when it comes to motherhood. And that's why I'm so glad that the writer of this editorial tackled the issue with such honesty...
Thursday, January 22, 2009
D Is Also For Disconnected...and Dripping Dog
OK, I'll admit that since my last post, I've been pretty distracted (still) with S.
I have received several nudges lately regarding both blogs and the obvious fact that there has been nothing new to read since "Divulging" was posted. So an explanation is probably in order.
Here it is:
My wireless connection has been giving me problems for weeks, and last week, it quit working completely. After several hours (and days!) of working with my computer, S came up with the solution of abandoning the wireless completely (so much for surfing the 'net in the dark corners of my home) and connecting right to the modem. Brilliant. Much better than the original idea of running out to Costco and purchasing a new computer with a functional wireless card. Now that I have a great boyfriend, I don't need to hang out in Starbucks with my laptop, pretending to do important market research and data analysis of Pilates demographics, anyway. I'm very content just being connected again.
Then there's the issue of the dog, Molly. And her little hormonal issue. Seems that I procrastinated on the spay visit to the vet just a wee bit too long. Have you ever shared a home with a dog in heat? Without getting too gory, let me just say that my Swiffer has never had so much action. And B, my 5-year-old, now knows waaaaaayyyyyyy too much about "girl problems."
My mom just informed me, with the smallest hint of "I told you so," that the drips will continue for approximately 25 days. So here it is on public record: "Yes, you were right, Mom. Thank you for reminding me 188 times to call the vet for an appointment during December. I should have listened to you. You are (almost) always right."
Let's hope that the next "D" report can be for "diminishing," as in Molly's fluid output. Did I mention "disgusted" yet?
I have received several nudges lately regarding both blogs and the obvious fact that there has been nothing new to read since "Divulging" was posted. So an explanation is probably in order.
Here it is:
My wireless connection has been giving me problems for weeks, and last week, it quit working completely. After several hours (and days!) of working with my computer, S came up with the solution of abandoning the wireless completely (so much for surfing the 'net in the dark corners of my home) and connecting right to the modem. Brilliant. Much better than the original idea of running out to Costco and purchasing a new computer with a functional wireless card. Now that I have a great boyfriend, I don't need to hang out in Starbucks with my laptop, pretending to do important market research and data analysis of Pilates demographics, anyway. I'm very content just being connected again.
Then there's the issue of the dog, Molly. And her little hormonal issue. Seems that I procrastinated on the spay visit to the vet just a wee bit too long. Have you ever shared a home with a dog in heat? Without getting too gory, let me just say that my Swiffer has never had so much action. And B, my 5-year-old, now knows waaaaaayyyyyyy too much about "girl problems."
My mom just informed me, with the smallest hint of "I told you so," that the drips will continue for approximately 25 days. So here it is on public record: "Yes, you were right, Mom. Thank you for reminding me 188 times to call the vet for an appointment during December. I should have listened to you. You are (almost) always right."
Let's hope that the next "D" report can be for "diminishing," as in Molly's fluid output. Did I mention "disgusted" yet?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Open Enrollment. Or, Open the Prozac & Pass It To The Parents In My Neighborhood
The much anticipated, talked about, dreaded event of OPEN ENROLLMENT is here and I am losing more sleep than ever, trying to decide on a school for B next year.
When I was a child, my mom walked me into the school in our neighborhood and I proceeded to spend my elementary years there. Same for junior high. And high school. Different schools, of course.
My parents never spoke in hushed tones about the school's "performance." Never did I hear my mother utter the words to another mother: "But what about those test scores? Don't you think you can do better?"
I remember being challenged and entertained in my elementary years. Not so much in the later years but that's another topic. To this day, I don't know how a web site like Great Schools would even rate my childhood schools. And who really cares? I went on to finish four years of college and land corporate marketing gigs in the Bay Area with the perks that make parents proud...big office, big salary, big travel budget. I don't have those anymore but I think my parents still get a lot of joy out of telling people that one of their daughters worked for VISA.
So why can't I do the same with B...that is, walk him into our neighborhood school and sleep at night, knowing that he is getting the best education possible and that he will grow up to be wildly successful and support his hippie yoga mom who can't seem to make her way back into the corporate world?
We live in an award winning school district. At least that's what the school district's web site says. But the thing is, there are some great "California distinguished" schools in our district and some of California's worst also in our district. And therein lies the problem.
The very confusing and identity-challenged San Juan Unified School District has about a dozen schools that are "open," meaning that anyone, regardless of residential location, may attend. It's all based on a lottery, or so "they" say. These "open" schools are very desirable and highly rated. So I shouldn't have been shocked when I recently, well, like just TODAY, learned that the school around the corner from me, which is also an open school, may only be OPEN to those who are "hand-picked" by the staff. What is WRONG with this school district???
When you have a baby in my neighborhood, the conversation immediately goes from "Congratulations!" to "Where will you open enroll him/her for Kindergarten?" I feel like I have been talking about San Juan schools for the better part of five years and I am so sick of it. And now that we're smack dab in the middle of Open Enrollment, I can't walk through Trader Joe's, Starbucks or my place of employment without hearing the same conversation:
"Where are you enrolling B for next year? Oh, I don't think that school is so great. Have you considered this one? No, wait, this school is absolutely the best. Really. You MUST send your child there. Check the ratings. Yeah, the parents might be a bit snobby and you may not fit in at all, but B will go on to Stanford and probably on a full ride scholarship and you really, really don't want to screw up his education in the early years, now do you???"
Enough. Already. Please.
This last year, it was easy. B was (is) a young Kindergartner and we (my ex and I) originally planned to send him to a private Pre-K program. I also put B's name into a lottery for a local charter school, which also happens to be accredited by Montessori. We've known several families who have used this particular school as a Pre-K, then the children have moved on and repeated Kindergarten (quite successfully) at more structured schools.
I received an 11th hour call while on vacation this summer from the charter school with the good news that B's name had been pulled. We spent a day scrambling to find uniforms, completing the paperwork, and meeting the other parents and children at orientation.
The school has three advantages. First, it is free. The Pre-K programs that we looked at were very expensive and given the state of the economy now, I'm not quite sure how we would have managed the steep tuition. Second, it's in my neighborhood. We can't quite walk, but I do have the ability to work right up until a few minutes before pick-up. Third, it's the longest Kindergarten program, in terms of daily duration, in the area. I drop B off at 8:15am and pick him up at 2:00pm. There isn't any child care included in this block of time; it's all curriculum.
Sounds great, right? Well, maybe. But maybe not.
My good friend, S, also has her daughter in the program and we are constantly lamenting the fact that the school just doesn't have the best energy to it. In fact, the school isn't even on a "real" campus; the classrooms are situated in an old medical building. The kids have a very limited playground and there isn't a lunch room.
And then there are the parents. Some are wonderful, truly lovely people who I would imagine that we could enjoy getting to know at birthday parties and soccer games. And the others? I can't quite put my finger on it, but the word apathetic comes to mind. Which is ironic because the school requires a yearly commitment for participation from all parents.
What concerns me the most about B's current school is the fact that it isn't rated as highly as the "open" schools in our district. And I don't get it. If Montessori's curriculum is so fabulous, then why aren't the kids scoring higher on the state tests? Truth be told, my son's school ranks just fine among other neighborhood schools and if I didn't have access to a wealth of information via the Internet, I would probably be happy as a clam with his progress and the performance of the school
Really, I should be glad that B is exposed to such a diverse curriculum every day. Just last month, he came home and rattled off the names of the continents and the oceans. He did a full-blown science project on the leaf cutter ant and can tell anyone who might be curious about the ant's habitat and its prey, lifespan, and adaptations for survival.
If I walked him into our "assigned" neighborhood school next year, he would go back into Kindergarten and spend the first few months learning colors, shapes and textures. That's just the kind of school that it is and it infuriates many of the neighborhood parents. Meanwhile, the "hand-picked" kids around the corner spend the first week learning about the eco-system. Given that B is spinning a globe each day, signing "please" and "thank you", and reciting how many times a leaf cutter ant's jaw vibrates in a minute (that would be 1,000!), maybe we're actually in a decent program.
Still, I've made it a point to ask as many people as I can about the reputation of his school. In fact, I have several clients who are local school teachers and have asked them, point blank, for their thoughts. And no one has given me anything compelling.
So I found myself, just today, at the District office indicating my three choices of "open" schools for next year. Around me, there was more of the same chatter and just a little bit of panic, too. C'mon, let's face it...we all can't win in the "open school lottery" and I'm not the only one who knows this. But, I guess you if you have an affluent, nuclear and very good looking family, you might be HAND-PICKED and in that case, there's nothing to worry about.
Apparently it takes the District's computer system a full four months of churning data before it can spit out the results of the lottery UNLESS you happen to be slipping bribes to the open school in my neighborhood and your child is HAND-PICKED for their rich and stimulating curriculum.
For right now, I'm going to be grateful that B is not screaming bloody murder about going to school in the morning and I'm going to be very, very grateful that Open Enrollment ends today. And, like every other parent, I'm praying to every god that I don't screw up the educational future of my child...
When I was a child, my mom walked me into the school in our neighborhood and I proceeded to spend my elementary years there. Same for junior high. And high school. Different schools, of course.
My parents never spoke in hushed tones about the school's "performance." Never did I hear my mother utter the words to another mother: "But what about those test scores? Don't you think you can do better?"
I remember being challenged and entertained in my elementary years. Not so much in the later years but that's another topic. To this day, I don't know how a web site like Great Schools would even rate my childhood schools. And who really cares? I went on to finish four years of college and land corporate marketing gigs in the Bay Area with the perks that make parents proud...big office, big salary, big travel budget. I don't have those anymore but I think my parents still get a lot of joy out of telling people that one of their daughters worked for VISA.
So why can't I do the same with B...that is, walk him into our neighborhood school and sleep at night, knowing that he is getting the best education possible and that he will grow up to be wildly successful and support his hippie yoga mom who can't seem to make her way back into the corporate world?
We live in an award winning school district. At least that's what the school district's web site says. But the thing is, there are some great "California distinguished" schools in our district and some of California's worst also in our district. And therein lies the problem.
The very confusing and identity-challenged San Juan Unified School District has about a dozen schools that are "open," meaning that anyone, regardless of residential location, may attend. It's all based on a lottery, or so "they" say. These "open" schools are very desirable and highly rated. So I shouldn't have been shocked when I recently, well, like just TODAY, learned that the school around the corner from me, which is also an open school, may only be OPEN to those who are "hand-picked" by the staff. What is WRONG with this school district???
When you have a baby in my neighborhood, the conversation immediately goes from "Congratulations!" to "Where will you open enroll him/her for Kindergarten?" I feel like I have been talking about San Juan schools for the better part of five years and I am so sick of it. And now that we're smack dab in the middle of Open Enrollment, I can't walk through Trader Joe's, Starbucks or my place of employment without hearing the same conversation:
"Where are you enrolling B for next year? Oh, I don't think that school is so great. Have you considered this one? No, wait, this school is absolutely the best. Really. You MUST send your child there. Check the ratings. Yeah, the parents might be a bit snobby and you may not fit in at all, but B will go on to Stanford and probably on a full ride scholarship and you really, really don't want to screw up his education in the early years, now do you???"
Enough. Already. Please.
This last year, it was easy. B was (is) a young Kindergartner and we (my ex and I) originally planned to send him to a private Pre-K program. I also put B's name into a lottery for a local charter school, which also happens to be accredited by Montessori. We've known several families who have used this particular school as a Pre-K, then the children have moved on and repeated Kindergarten (quite successfully) at more structured schools.
I received an 11th hour call while on vacation this summer from the charter school with the good news that B's name had been pulled. We spent a day scrambling to find uniforms, completing the paperwork, and meeting the other parents and children at orientation.
The school has three advantages. First, it is free. The Pre-K programs that we looked at were very expensive and given the state of the economy now, I'm not quite sure how we would have managed the steep tuition. Second, it's in my neighborhood. We can't quite walk, but I do have the ability to work right up until a few minutes before pick-up. Third, it's the longest Kindergarten program, in terms of daily duration, in the area. I drop B off at 8:15am and pick him up at 2:00pm. There isn't any child care included in this block of time; it's all curriculum.
Sounds great, right? Well, maybe. But maybe not.
My good friend, S, also has her daughter in the program and we are constantly lamenting the fact that the school just doesn't have the best energy to it. In fact, the school isn't even on a "real" campus; the classrooms are situated in an old medical building. The kids have a very limited playground and there isn't a lunch room.
And then there are the parents. Some are wonderful, truly lovely people who I would imagine that we could enjoy getting to know at birthday parties and soccer games. And the others? I can't quite put my finger on it, but the word apathetic comes to mind. Which is ironic because the school requires a yearly commitment for participation from all parents.
What concerns me the most about B's current school is the fact that it isn't rated as highly as the "open" schools in our district. And I don't get it. If Montessori's curriculum is so fabulous, then why aren't the kids scoring higher on the state tests? Truth be told, my son's school ranks just fine among other neighborhood schools and if I didn't have access to a wealth of information via the Internet, I would probably be happy as a clam with his progress and the performance of the school
Really, I should be glad that B is exposed to such a diverse curriculum every day. Just last month, he came home and rattled off the names of the continents and the oceans. He did a full-blown science project on the leaf cutter ant and can tell anyone who might be curious about the ant's habitat and its prey, lifespan, and adaptations for survival.
If I walked him into our "assigned" neighborhood school next year, he would go back into Kindergarten and spend the first few months learning colors, shapes and textures. That's just the kind of school that it is and it infuriates many of the neighborhood parents. Meanwhile, the "hand-picked" kids around the corner spend the first week learning about the eco-system. Given that B is spinning a globe each day, signing "please" and "thank you", and reciting how many times a leaf cutter ant's jaw vibrates in a minute (that would be 1,000!), maybe we're actually in a decent program.
Still, I've made it a point to ask as many people as I can about the reputation of his school. In fact, I have several clients who are local school teachers and have asked them, point blank, for their thoughts. And no one has given me anything compelling.
So I found myself, just today, at the District office indicating my three choices of "open" schools for next year. Around me, there was more of the same chatter and just a little bit of panic, too. C'mon, let's face it...we all can't win in the "open school lottery" and I'm not the only one who knows this. But, I guess you if you have an affluent, nuclear and very good looking family, you might be HAND-PICKED and in that case, there's nothing to worry about.
Apparently it takes the District's computer system a full four months of churning data before it can spit out the results of the lottery UNLESS you happen to be slipping bribes to the open school in my neighborhood and your child is HAND-PICKED for their rich and stimulating curriculum.
For right now, I'm going to be grateful that B is not screaming bloody murder about going to school in the morning and I'm going to be very, very grateful that Open Enrollment ends today. And, like every other parent, I'm praying to every god that I don't screw up the educational future of my child...
Monday, January 5, 2009
D is for Divulging
Recently, actually, well before Christmas, I had my first blog meme assignment by "Heart At Preschool" http://www.ileftmyheartatpreschool.blogspot.com/. She challenged me to write something about the letter D. I think the actual assignment was to come up with ten things I like that begin with the letter D but I'm going to tinker with that plan a bit and use the opportunity to share some really good dirt (at least I think it's pretty good) and an explanation as to why I've been so darned distracted lately. This whole post is a bit daunting and I've been more than a little freaked out by actually hitting the "Publish" key but here goes...
DEEP breath.
The short version is that I'm done with online dating. And all other forms of dating, at least for the time being. And not just because I'm taking a well-deserved break. I actually met someone via Match.
I'm not kidding myself. This could be very detrimental; this sharing of information. Certainly, it's one thing to dish on your love life with a handful of close family members and friends, but to write it down and share it with the whole world is just downright dicey. And a bit daring. Donchta think?
Fortunately, I think that the other person (let's call him "S") is on board and down with the idea.
Now for the details...
I was in the process of scrapping all my online dating subscriptions and being a little disillusioned with the whole dating scene when S's message appeared. He appeared to be different from the others in the way that he deftly crafted interesting and well-spoken correspondence.
We spoke on the phone, met for a drink and I knew I was ready to dive in.
Unfortunately, I had to leave for Palm Springs but we kept the communication going at rapid fire pace. We agreed, after hundreds of text messages and late night phone calls, that we were both heading in the same direction.
Since the relationship is so new, S still has a lot to discover about me.
In time, he'll figure out that I'm not as disciplined as I appear to be. He'll probably be surprised to learn that I don't like diamonds. And he may be appalled by the fact that I can go for days without washing my hair. But then again, he does know that I'm a yoga instructor, so there shouldn't be too much shock over the above description.
He will, at some point, find out that if I don't have enough Downward Facing Dogs (i.e. - yoga) in my week, that I can become pretty deranged. Then there's my little drug problem...I have enough sleeping pills in my medicine cabinet to knock out a small country. I think he already knows that I should probably drink more decaffeinated coffee, instead of the regular stuff.
Interestingly, S has already met my Dad and that didn't scare him off so he probably has a decent threshold for family dysfunction, I mean, dynamics. At some point, he'll probably encounter B's dad, which I hope is not a total disaster.
S will come to understand that just about any problems in my world can easily be solved by eating dark chocolate, drinking Frappuccinos and wine (preferably not at the same time), and having lots of discussion. My lifestyle will probably drive him crazy at times, as I read every food label for added dyes (read more about this on the "Luscious" blog), voice my opinions about dead animal consumption, and shun disgusting food choices.
He'll see the sides of me that value direction and decisiveness and my dislike of dissension and indifference.
More importantly, I think he'll very quickly realize that he's picked someone who's diverse, self-deprecating, not at all demanding, low on the drama, and very devoted, as my Google name suggests.
So 2009 is already looking to be different.
And I'm definitely depleted in the "D" word department. Did I miss any?
Thanks, HAP, for the challenge!
DEEP breath.
The short version is that I'm done with online dating. And all other forms of dating, at least for the time being. And not just because I'm taking a well-deserved break. I actually met someone via Match.
I'm not kidding myself. This could be very detrimental; this sharing of information. Certainly, it's one thing to dish on your love life with a handful of close family members and friends, but to write it down and share it with the whole world is just downright dicey. And a bit daring. Donchta think?
Fortunately, I think that the other person (let's call him "S") is on board and down with the idea.
Now for the details...
I was in the process of scrapping all my online dating subscriptions and being a little disillusioned with the whole dating scene when S's message appeared. He appeared to be different from the others in the way that he deftly crafted interesting and well-spoken correspondence.
We spoke on the phone, met for a drink and I knew I was ready to dive in.
Unfortunately, I had to leave for Palm Springs but we kept the communication going at rapid fire pace. We agreed, after hundreds of text messages and late night phone calls, that we were both heading in the same direction.
Since the relationship is so new, S still has a lot to discover about me.
In time, he'll figure out that I'm not as disciplined as I appear to be. He'll probably be surprised to learn that I don't like diamonds. And he may be appalled by the fact that I can go for days without washing my hair. But then again, he does know that I'm a yoga instructor, so there shouldn't be too much shock over the above description.
He will, at some point, find out that if I don't have enough Downward Facing Dogs (i.e. - yoga) in my week, that I can become pretty deranged. Then there's my little drug problem...I have enough sleeping pills in my medicine cabinet to knock out a small country. I think he already knows that I should probably drink more decaffeinated coffee, instead of the regular stuff.
Interestingly, S has already met my Dad and that didn't scare him off so he probably has a decent threshold for family dysfunction, I mean, dynamics. At some point, he'll probably encounter B's dad, which I hope is not a total disaster.
S will come to understand that just about any problems in my world can easily be solved by eating dark chocolate, drinking Frappuccinos and wine (preferably not at the same time), and having lots of discussion. My lifestyle will probably drive him crazy at times, as I read every food label for added dyes (read more about this on the "Luscious" blog), voice my opinions about dead animal consumption, and shun disgusting food choices.
He'll see the sides of me that value direction and decisiveness and my dislike of dissension and indifference.
More importantly, I think he'll very quickly realize that he's picked someone who's diverse, self-deprecating, not at all demanding, low on the drama, and very devoted, as my Google name suggests.
So 2009 is already looking to be different.
And I'm definitely depleted in the "D" word department. Did I miss any?
Thanks, HAP, for the challenge!
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