We have allergies. Yesterday I was in a friend's house (she has three cats) and my allergies flared up and my throat itched. Rowan looked much worse though...Snail trails abound.
Snot gods? Are you there? Please leave us alone. Please?
(I don't really believe in snot gods)
I was offered a full time job at my favorite salon.... It's a beautiful, sedate salon with normal people that DON"T smoke in the building (or at all) located on Music Row. I'd worked there on Fridays for a bit as a fill in. This is truly a once in lifetime opportunity. I know that sounds corny, but salons like this are not everywhere. Now that I've explored a few and worked at a few I can say that with confidence. I could go on and on about this place!
Alas, I do love my Rowan and can't picture putting him in day care. I think he would love it, I would hate it, and Mikayla would feel that life was finally fair because Rowan didn't get Mommy all to himself all day. And I don't want two jobs. Just one. Just a few hours a week. 20 hours is my max... 10 is my happy place. 5 with more money would be my zen.
My current salon, well, it's struggled a bit. We are under new management and it has definitely improved. It still smells smoky often, and I'm kind of bored sometimes.... BUT it is SOOO very close to home and I learn something new every day. And I do love my clients... (I actually have my own super tiny clientele! WoooHOOOOOO!)Super super tiny clientele if we are being honest. And I like my coworkers. It's a good thing to like those I work with. And I should only be there for one more calendar year, or (my term of preference) 3 more semesters- maybe 4. That seems so much shorter. And this job gives me almost monthly trainings in cuts/color/ waxing etc... LOVE that!
If I could work one or two days a week in the dream salon I would love that.. Let's pray for that to be an option- Then I would have all Sunday's off! Make MORE money than my two days at the other salon! And I can still learn and have every EVERY weekend OFF!
SAD NOTE: One of my favorite people in the world is leaving! She's moving and I am distraught.. I love her, my kids love her, and I'll miss watching our daughters being dramatic together..
Bonny I LOVE YOU!!! (and your mommy- thanks for leaving her behind for us)
01 April 2011
23 February 2011
Breathing
So. I'm back for a moment (borrowing Janae's computer again!)
On Friday I received a call from Mikayla's teacher. Her teacher left a message for me sounding serious and ending with "We need to talk." I don't think I can begin to explain how many awful scenarios went through my mind.... Having eaten lunch with Mik the previous day and hearing the somewhat degenerate table conversation ("Justin Beiber is gay, no really he is" Ummmm maybe a point to some but really? What five year old talks like this? When did 'gay' enter their vocabularies and in such a derogatory way?) and wondering if Mikayla was participating? Or did she have a panic at school? I had some seriously disturbing scenarios run through my mind... I won't go there today. Just know I have an overactive imagination. Anne Shirley, were she real, just might be really proud of me.
I left work early and met with her teacher. The first words out of her mouth, "She can read." Well yes, yes she can. I didn't realize Mik didn't read at school. At all. Apparently she went into school Friday morning and started to read everything. The walls, handwritten notes with cursive (she says pretty writing is harder to read) stories, books, bulletin boards. Everything.
Whew!
So much better than what my mind had worked up.
Now, I do have to say this... while reading was not an overnight development it has been a very recent one. So I can see why she hasn't read at school. I do understand why the teacher was shocked. Mik went from 0-60 in one day. For the record, I really do like her teacher. A lot. Mikayla seems to be one that only wants to do something she is perfect at. I think once she realized she was the only student in the class that could read she felt like it was ok to finally do it out loud at school because she was the best.... Ahhhh, my little perfectionist. If only I could warn her now about perfectionism and it's inherent lifelong difficulties which she kind of already experiences (nerves, anxiety,blah blah blah.) That was a nice, grammatically overloaded sentence. I love parenthesis, commas, all of it!
Earlier in the week Mik had come home with her first reading book for homework. It was a simple sight word book, three words to a sentence. Perfect. We snuggled up on the couch and dove right in. Within seconds I was sad. She read it all by herself. My dreams of teaching her how to read were over. Apparently all that phonetic work and flashcards had already paid off. Mik figured it out on her own. I wasn't needed (I was definitely hanging my head.)
But. I realized there were pictures and the pictures made the words obvious. Yes. That was it... But. She could read it with the pictures covered. And out of order. And backwards. So the reality only hit me days sooner than her teacher. I did read with her regularly, but it was usually me reading.
Anyhow. There you have it. My daughter is where she is supposed to be academically, were she in Kindergarten, which she isn't. She will be next year. So now we get to figure out how to keep her from getting bored. But that's ok. I don't think Kindergarten would have been the greatest this year. We are still working on helping her be more confident (she kind of crumbles occasionally.)
And I got some interesting insights into the world of Rutherford County magnet schools when I met with her teacher today. And Mikayla placed was placed in an enrichment program, and a new reading set up with the librarian and her teacher, and that's all good. I can now breathe.
We are still wondering what to do with Rowan. I need to have something to report to the pediatrician about what we've been doing with him academically. I never even knew pediatricians asked about this stuff, but they do I guess.... At this point I can only claim things I shouldn't claim (extra tv, taco bell for dinner etc.)
The end.
Oh yeah. I went to Miami for a masterclass for hair. Worth every penny. Please come to me. I would like to style your hair especially if it's long. I need to practice updos)
On Friday I received a call from Mikayla's teacher. Her teacher left a message for me sounding serious and ending with "We need to talk." I don't think I can begin to explain how many awful scenarios went through my mind.... Having eaten lunch with Mik the previous day and hearing the somewhat degenerate table conversation ("Justin Beiber is gay, no really he is" Ummmm maybe a point to some but really? What five year old talks like this? When did 'gay' enter their vocabularies and in such a derogatory way?) and wondering if Mikayla was participating? Or did she have a panic at school? I had some seriously disturbing scenarios run through my mind... I won't go there today. Just know I have an overactive imagination. Anne Shirley, were she real, just might be really proud of me.
I left work early and met with her teacher. The first words out of her mouth, "She can read." Well yes, yes she can. I didn't realize Mik didn't read at school. At all. Apparently she went into school Friday morning and started to read everything. The walls, handwritten notes with cursive (she says pretty writing is harder to read) stories, books, bulletin boards. Everything.
Whew!
So much better than what my mind had worked up.
Now, I do have to say this... while reading was not an overnight development it has been a very recent one. So I can see why she hasn't read at school. I do understand why the teacher was shocked. Mik went from 0-60 in one day. For the record, I really do like her teacher. A lot. Mikayla seems to be one that only wants to do something she is perfect at. I think once she realized she was the only student in the class that could read she felt like it was ok to finally do it out loud at school because she was the best.... Ahhhh, my little perfectionist. If only I could warn her now about perfectionism and it's inherent lifelong difficulties which she kind of already experiences (nerves, anxiety,blah blah blah.) That was a nice, grammatically overloaded sentence. I love parenthesis, commas, all of it!
Earlier in the week Mik had come home with her first reading book for homework. It was a simple sight word book, three words to a sentence. Perfect. We snuggled up on the couch and dove right in. Within seconds I was sad. She read it all by herself. My dreams of teaching her how to read were over. Apparently all that phonetic work and flashcards had already paid off. Mik figured it out on her own. I wasn't needed (I was definitely hanging my head.)
But. I realized there were pictures and the pictures made the words obvious. Yes. That was it... But. She could read it with the pictures covered. And out of order. And backwards. So the reality only hit me days sooner than her teacher. I did read with her regularly, but it was usually me reading.
Anyhow. There you have it. My daughter is where she is supposed to be academically, were she in Kindergarten, which she isn't. She will be next year. So now we get to figure out how to keep her from getting bored. But that's ok. I don't think Kindergarten would have been the greatest this year. We are still working on helping her be more confident (she kind of crumbles occasionally.)
And I got some interesting insights into the world of Rutherford County magnet schools when I met with her teacher today. And Mikayla placed was placed in an enrichment program, and a new reading set up with the librarian and her teacher, and that's all good. I can now breathe.
We are still wondering what to do with Rowan. I need to have something to report to the pediatrician about what we've been doing with him academically. I never even knew pediatricians asked about this stuff, but they do I guess.... At this point I can only claim things I shouldn't claim (extra tv, taco bell for dinner etc.)
The end.
Oh yeah. I went to Miami for a masterclass for hair. Worth every penny. Please come to me. I would like to style your hair especially if it's long. I need to practice updos)
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