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Like I said, when things go wrong, everything seems to go wrong all at once. This has been very true this week. We aren't moving after all. It seems that renting a two bedroom apartment at the place we used to live isn't going to be an option after all. I called yesterday to find out when I should come in to do the paperwork and give them the deposit and they told me it wasn't going to be possible despite the promise of whomever it was I spoke to in early June. I tend to want to see all of these moving problems we are having as signs that maybe this isn't such a good time to go and mess up our grand plan after all.

What to do now? I guess try to find the bright side of that situation. If we stay here we will be able to afford to decorate more and buy more of the stuff we want for the place. If we stay we may be able to actually take a real vacation later in the year or do something really fun for our anniversary. It doesn't make me feel any better about the area we live in or the people we live around. It doesn't make me feel better knowing the kids won't be able to go outside and play here. We will just have to make more of an effort trucking their bikes and scooters and outdoor toys to a place where they can.

The finance department at the hospital finally called to tell me to put my whole nightmare with them, the doctor and the insurance company into writing and then mail it in to the director of finance so they could review it and see if they can help me out. That gives me a small amount of hope regarding that whole mess. They may tell me they can't do anything for me. At least I will have exhausted every option though. Sometimes in life you just get screwed. This may be one of those times. I don't know.

I have finally ordered my bright red queen size sleeper sofa for the second bedroom. It was a mess trying to get the account straightened out so that we could do it. It seems the company we were buying it from switched finance companies and didn't bother to cancel their customers accounts or open new ones for them with the new finance company. Therefore, we had to reapply and be approved with the new finance company to order this sofa. We soon found out that having a huge chunk of available credit left on our credit report for the account that was no longer accessable to us was causing us to get approved for a lower amount. It took several days of chaos to get that taken care of. Beware all you folks with closed credit accounts. It may show up on your credit report that you have all this existing available credit that you don't actually have. It lowers your credit rating. In other words, it screws you too. I am waiting for them to call me to tell me I can't have it since it was available online but discontinued in the store when we went to look at it.

Posted by gwendolyn on June 27, 2002 at 10:41 AM

Okay. I need to pull out of this thing. Whatever it is.

One of the things that has come out of all of this recent negativity, self pitty and depression is lack of positive focus on getting my rear end (and the rest of me) back into shape. I keep thinking that since I have had all of this surgery and now more problems requiring surgery I shouldn't push myself. But the truth is that the more I don't move around the less energy I have and the more I sink into this depression. Health issues or no health issues. I am getting weaker, not stronger. I can tell by constant sleepiness, lack of desire to do anything, and by the new talent i have for going from perfectly normal to room spinning, eyes blacking out, and ears ringing.

I spent a lot of time hiding in my bed today and yesterday moping and whining and let the kids run wild and do whatever they wanted. Wishing for the list of things going wrong to quit piling more things on. They thought I rocked. I thought I was just doing my best to cope and not let them notice that I am losing faith in everything including myself. Once again, I am sliding down a slippery slope.

All this stuff kind of reminds me of dog sitting. You know, the girl being dragged down the street by ten different huge yelping dogs on leashes. The dogs represent the problems in my life that I juggle and have to keep constant control of. (My dogs are all huge snarling ones with bad tempers and big teeth, of course.) When one of those dogs gets a wild hair and starts getting out of hand the rest seem to follow it's lead. If you have ever noticed, when shit hits the fan in one part of your life all the other parts seem to also. Pretty soon the leashes get all tangled and chaos sets in and you end up losing hold of a couple and then all control of the entire situation is lost. Right now I am being dragged at full speed down the pavement on my face. In the end everything destroyed in my wake. Including me. The only thing left to do is stand up and dust myself off, wrestle all the dogs back into place and regain control over the situation. I have to show all those big mean dogs who's boss.

Right now I can't snap my fingers and make my medical problems go away. I can't hurry up and make the financial department at the hospital agree wholeheartedly with me that it is their own fault my insurance is penalizing me a large portion of what I owe them for something I had no idea about or control over and that they should drop that large sum of money from my bill and apologize for the hell I am going through. I can't make my debts stop multiplying like rabbits and simply disappear. I can't and don't want to have to try to make people like me for who I am and what I am about instead of what they want to change me into or think I should be.

What I can do is start trying to take better care of myself. I can move to a place that makes me happy and want to be outside moving around. I can make a home somewhere (at least for now). I can stop focusing on comfort food and start focusing on healing food. I can take off the weight I have allowed to slip back on. I can get my immune system built back up by improving my health and fitness as I have been sick every other day with everything under the sun since the operation and transfusion. Seriously. Maybe everything else will start healing too. I can keep striving to get my bills paid off and start taking notice of the little improvements. I can stop focusing on the relationship problems I am having with different people and get on with my life. I can regain control. I can find the positives. The first step is getting out of the bed.

Posted by gwendolyn on June 26, 2002 at 01:12 AM

I want to go to Germany too. Dammit. My son better take me to see castles when he grows up.


For now I will have to be content to stay here and custom sew matching pillowcases and shower curtains. I will concentrate on coordinating picture frames and candlesticks. I am playing house recently. In a huge dramatic way. I have reluctantly given up my dream of permanent homelessness. We have decided... to be...(gulp) domestic*. Yes, I know. It is a shock.


If I must be domestic then I am most certainly going to do it properly. I want to have place settings and good silverware and cute napkin rings and dinner parties and serve wine in expensive crystal glasses with little trinkets around the stems so that we can tell whose is whose. I want scrolled mirrors in the entrance and plush rugs. I want to wake up in the mornings under layers and layers of pretty ruffled sheets to a peachy orange sunlit room and the smell of fresh coffee in the kitchen. I want vases of tall fresh cut flowers in every room and have use for a tea service and a glass cake plate with a dome lid and those little paper doilies that you put under fresh bagels and muffins. I want flowering plants, candle sconces and a tall comfy bistro set for breakfasts on the balcony. I want real wooden bookcases, a coffee table big enough to eat at while watching a movie with the children on a Friday night, some sort of cool floor lamp, and a red sofasleeper in the den. I want my bath towels huge and fluffy and rolled perfectly in a pretty wicker basket and vanilla tea light candles all around the edge of my bathtub. I want a thick soft Victoria's Secret bathrobe hanging on a brushed chrome hook on the back of the bathroom door and matching slippers. I want freshly painted walls and crisp tablecloths. I want a clean sidewalk for the kids to play on. I want a driveway for making chalk hopscotch squares on. I want a place where my children can climb monkeybars and swing and play in the sand. I want to not be afraid to go to the pool or take a walk at dusk. I want to put Ferris in a garage and not worry as I am putting my key into the door lock that someone else is scraping their keys along the side of my car. I want to not have the urge to cross my fingers everytime I go out there that it isn't sitting on blocks. I want a full sized washer and dryer. I want endless snuggling and butterfly kisses. I want the excitement of the children thundering down the stairs on Christmas mornings and Easter eggs hidden under the foot of the sofa.

There are way too many "I wants" to count. I am so selfish.

*do·mes·tic  Pronunciation Key  (d-mstk)


adj.


1. Of or relating to the family or household: domestic chores.


2. Fond of home life and household affairs.


3. Tame or domesticated.


Meanwhile, there is trouble on the horizon. Again. More hospital stays. More cutting. Hopefully, more healing. I have to concentrate on being horribly selfish and spoiled so that I don't focus on being terribly afraid.

Posted by gwendolyn on June 19, 2002 at 08:08 PM

Have you ever looked back on your recent past (like within the last six months) and said to yourself..."What the hell was I thinking? I must have been smokin' crack." I am shocked and amazed by how many times I say that to myself. This particular instance involves sitting today admiring Savannah's fascination with her Leap Pad and the books that go with it. I had nearly put the two Leap Pads in the donation pile. Had I not dropped a large chunk of money on them they would be gone.


I was under some false impression that it was doing horrible developmental damage. I was playing by someone else’s beliefs that I thought much wiser and knowledgeable than mine. It turns out they are just following someone else's beliefs also. Thankfully, I have had to decide what my own truths are. Someone else’s truths can only work if you follow them because you believe whole heartedly in them.


I look at some of the extreme changes I had made around here and think I must have been temporarily insane. I would be crazy to think that she (and all of them for that matter) was not getting a great deal of learning from the Leap Pads (and computers). Not having a complete grasp on reading doesn't hinder her ability or interest in using the pen with the read along feature. She feels like she is reading. She feels capable of putting the sight of the words to sounds and ideas. If nothing else, it is teaching her the basis of whole language skills. It is showing her that what she does know already is a very interesting and important part of a whole bigger thing.


As much as I have gravitated toward teaching her phonics first, simply because that is the way I learned, I realize there is more than one way to learn as well as to teach. I believe this is true with all things. I have read the pros and cons of each of those two methods of teaching reading. My understanding is that most people either go strictly one way or the other on this issue. I once again am steering down the middle of that road taking advantage of whichever parts of each method work at the moment. Actually, I am not really doing the steering at all. I am more or less holding on for dear life and trying to back seat drive while she is stomping it to the floor and making the tires squeal.


My belief is that she will read however she decides to figure it out. I honestly don't put much stock into the teaching portion of it. You can "teach", "tell" and "show" them how to read until your face turns blue. This is good. If it makes you feel like you are doing things right. If you feel obligated to explain how you learned then it might be one way of your child looking at it. It will definitely help them along to have someone to guide them. However, It doesn't mean that they will take the information you give them and just apply it and understand it and instantly be readers. Until that very moment when that little light bulb blinks on in the child's mind... when all of a sudden all of those letters from the alphabet that make those sounds that begin all of those words we say everyday and that are on the really cute animal flashcards mom bought come together and make some sort of complete mental image with their sound and meaning so that they are recognized by the child when piled together, the child is not going to read.


Savannah has spent the last several months figuring that out. First she decided she wanted to recognize and memorize all the names of the letters. Then a few weeks later she decided to ask me five million times a day what letter makes what sound. (For those of you taking notes, this is the "teaching" portion.) Usually she would follow this up with pairing up that sound with words she knows that begin with that sound. Sometimes she would say "d-d-d-d- zebra". Sometimes the light bulb flickered and she made a match. She still hasn't mastered this but it is more of a fun game to her than trying to memorize some important fact. Lately, she has decided that these letters all pushed together into words aren't all that overwhelming and she has practiced what she has figured out about pushing together the sounds in order to figure out some easy words.


Mostly she just really wants to know what stuff says. She is a busy body. She wants to be able read what I am typing over my shoulder. It is her curiosity that is her greatest motivation. It isn't me sitting around drilling her. It is a stubborn urge to want to know what the cereal box says on the back. The same stubborn will that makes them rise up off the floor and crawl and then walk is what drives them to learn everything else. The same will that battles you over not wanting to eat certain foods. They just have to want it. Children are a lot smarter than some people think.


Why is it some children struggle with reading? I think it is because they have the pressure of meeting expectations. It is the insecurity of not really understanding something someone else thinks you ought to know. It is the same feeling that motivates mother's to ignore their maternal instincts and shove their children off to Kindergarten. Someone somewhere decided there is a proper measurement of time that a child is supposed to do everything.


Take a look at other forms of reading and comprehension. There is no set age for learning to read music. No one declares that a child of a certain age is ready to take up music and is abnormal if they don't. It is acceptable for someone to go through their entire life and not know how to read music. The ones who want to learn it do. When they are motivated to learn it. When it is important to them that they acquire that skill.


In my opinion, this not only applies to reading. It applies to everything. It is no wonder we all run around in our adult lives looking for someone else to give us all the right advice about anything and everything. We have never been permitted to trust ourselves enough to figure it out in our own time.

Posted by gwendolyn on June 12, 2002 at 02:46 PM

It's finally official. He is named all proper like. Did I ever mention that I love my car? I do.

Posted by gwendolyn on June 10, 2002 at 05:16 PM

Wild mood swings...


gw3nd0lyn: you gotta write something else on your site. that post is making me sad everytime i look at it


gw3nd0lyn: someday that will be you and me


eatonte: Hell.


gw3nd0lyn: one day you will just drop me off at the hospital and that will be the last time i ever come home


eatonte: Don't visit it if it makes you sad silly


gw3nd0lyn: won't that be sad to have spent your whole life with me and then one of us will just be gone


eatonte: Stop it!


gw3nd0lyn: :(


gw3nd0lyn: that means we have to have as much fun together and get a long as well as possible while we can


eatonte: Go back to lookin' at HenRY (he is referring to Rollins, of course)


gw3nd0lyn::)

eatonte: Quit gettin' all depressed!

Posted by gwendolyn on June 06, 2002 at 12:20 PM

Interesting speculation after we were abruptly pulled over this afternoon for no apparent reason...except of course to tell me I had wet tags that were going to expire on the seventh of this month when actually they are good until July.

eatonte: I know why he pulled you over.


gw3nd0lyn: wet tags?


eatonte: I bet he thought you were being carjacked.


gw3nd0lyn: :)


eatonte: Because I looked out of place.


gw3nd0lyn: maybe


eatonte: I know that was it.


eatonte: That is the only reason...


gw3nd0lyn: you ruled out that he might have wanted to hit on me


gw3nd0lyn: >(


eatonte: Hell.


eatonte: I was thinking it was because I looked like a vagrant riding in a Jaguar with a woman in a dress.


gw3nd0lyn: he might have meant to say "Ma'am, I pulled you over because you have wet..."


gw3nd0lyn: then he saw you and had to say "tags."


eatonte: Yeah, yeah...


eatonte: Pervert.


gw3nd0lyn: :)


eatonte: "Ma'am, I'm big, black and I'm strong. You are going to have to come down to the station with me."


gw3nd0lyn: maybe he had breakaway cop pants on


eatonte: hehe


eatonte: Maybe he did.


gw3nd0lyn: hee hee


gw3nd0lyn: but you foiled his plan


eatonte: Indeed I did.


gw3nd0lyn: I like to think it is because I look so super damned sexy in my car :)


...long silence...


gw3nd0lyn: or not.

eatonte: Look at you with your inflated ego!


eatonte: :)


gw3nd0lyn: I'm learning from the best...


eatonte: Who's that?


gw3nd0lyn: um. you.


eatonte: Hell


We may never really know...

Posted by gwendolyn on June 04, 2002 at 05:37 PM