







Just a peak at every day life with the 4 that's for me!
Vance came home from school yesterday and announced that he had lots of homework and organizing to do. I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by the organizing part, but didn't ask. He then went and turned on the TV........So, playing my mom role, "Vance, I thought you had lots of homework?" His answer, "Oh yeah, I do." He said it like he'd forgotten or something. I told him to turn off the TV, get a snack and then get to work. He went into the kitchen and came back 5 minutes later with 2 sandwiches and an apple.
I had to ask......"Is that your snack?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because it looks more like dinner."
He worked for quite awhile on his homework and then I went upstairs to get some things. I came back about 15 minutes later and my entire table was covered with his papers, books, and trash from his backpack. I looked around in shock and asked, "what happened down here? Was I gone that long?" Vance looked at me, again in complete surprise, and said, "what?" Apparently he had just dumped his backpack out on the table and spread everything out to see what all was there. It looked like he'd been "collecting" things for the entire year. I was starting to understand the organizing statement now. I also wondered to myself if he had decided to organize himself or if maybe a teacher had suggested it.....
About 20 minutes later Vance came to me with a stack of papers, "these are for you". I was a little stunned, considering I ask Vance every day if he has papers for me and his answer is always "no". So, I chose not to say anything and started going through them. Just a few of the many papers were the form for his school pictures, which they took last Tuesday, an announcement for a dinner, which was held 2 weeks ago, a fundraiser reminder, which ended last Friday, and a reminder for his parent/teacher conference, which is today. It was also the first I'd heard of it.
I couldn't do anything but laugh. I went and gave Vance a big hug (because he's a teenage boy and I know it makes him cringe) and told him that I expect to get my paperwork every day, not just when he feels like organizing. He just wriggled out of my arms and mumbled, "ok, whatever". So, I kissed him on the cheek and made him squirm even more!
Last Thursday I had an appointment with at the dentist's office. It was a new office that I hadn't been to before and so I was having my first "initial" appointment. They take all the x-rays and tell you what they think needs to be done and then give you an estimate of how much it will cost........
I really, I mean REALLY, didn't want to go. I don't have any particularly problem going to the dentist, but for some reason I was just really, really dreading going to this appointment. Maybe it was my woman's intuition trying to tell me something, I'm not sure.
I should have known that when I had to wait almost an hour before I was even called back that it was going to be a lousy experience. I kept telling myself that I was here, I mine-as-well just stay and finish the appointment...... But, it was frustrating sitting there waiting for so long. Here's how the visit went, keeping in mind that all I was there for was to take x-rays, have the dentist look at the x-rays and my teeth and tell me what he thought needed done. That's it, no cleaning, nothing else...............
1:45PM - I arrive for my appointment and fill out the paperwork
2:00PM - My scheduled appointment time
2:40PM - 40 minutes after my appointment was suppose to be, they called me back
They do all the x-rays, 1 panoramic, and 18 of those awful, painful, uncomfortable bite wings!!!
3:00PM - She takes me back to dentist chair, gives me my little bib and hands me the remote to the TV. I then get the typical, "the dentist will be right in to see you" bit.
During my wait in the chair, I keep having an argument with myself in my head, "You should just leave; It's ridiculous to wait this long."----- "You should just stay since it's half over; just stay and get it over with."
3 different dental technicians came in to "visit" with me while I waited, all of which, just irritated me more.......
I watched almost an entire episode of CSI before the dentist actually came in.....
3:45PM - The dentist comes in and goes over my x-rays with me and just when I think that I'm going to get done with this visit from _____, he tells me that he's just going to give some Novocaine to the patient next door and he'll be right back....OH COME ON!!!!!
4:20PM - The dentist comes back, actually looks at my teeth, tells me what he thinks needs done (it took all of about 10 minutes) and then I wait another 10 minutes while he enters everything into my record.......
4:40PM - I walk to the check-out desk and am asked to take a seat and wait some more.......I waited 5 minutes and then the man that was checking people out, left. That's was it, it was all I could take! I walked up to the desk, as politely as I could, told them that I'd been there for 3 hours now and that I wasn't waiting any longer. I told them to just mail me the estimate of my co-pay!
4:50PM - I finally leave and head home.
So, in summary, I spent 3 hours in the dentist's office so that they could take x-rays and have an initial exam form the dentist, all of which took a total of about 40 minutes! I was so irritated by the whole thing! I should have listened to my intuition and rescheduled the appointment!
Labels: Grumblings, Life, Me
Last Thursday was the first week in over a year that we didn't have speech with Miss Lindsey in Portland. It's been really hard to try and juggle a full day of school and then a 45 minute drive to Portland and then an hour session. It made for a really long day and ended up being just too much for Noah. Even, though it was only once a week, it was just too much.
Since he's been getting such great help at his new school with speech, we decided that it was time to stop making the trip to Portland and unfortunately say goodbye to Lindsey. It was a decision we had a hard time making. We went back and forth about it for several weeks. But, now that we've made the choice and we're officially done, it feels like the right one. (thank goodness!) It helped, too, that Lindsey agreed with us.
We loved going to see Lindsey. She had lots of fun with Noah and he really liked her a lot. She was completely understanding and helpful about it, too, which helped make it a little easier. And, she told us we could call her with any questions, no matter what, and if we weren't happy with the decision, that she'd work him back into her schedule. Is she wonderful or what?!? So, even though we're really sad to not see Miss Lindsey every week and we'll miss her a lot, we feel like this is the right decision, for now.
The weather was a little warmer this weekend so on Saturday we took the kids out to fly kites. There was just barely enough breeze to get them up. It would come and go, too, so it was not the best day for kite flying. It was a good day for some family fun, though.
It was just that much more exciting when we did get them up there and flying. We all really did have fun, even the teenagers.
It was a nice relaxing weekend.
Last week Noah came to me and was very concerned about something. He told me that Myshel and Vance talk about getting bigger and moving out of this house and away from mom and dad. He looked so sad and he asked, "Do I have to leave you, even when I'm big?" I gave him a big hug and a kiss and I told him that he didn't ever have to leave me, that he could stay here as long as he wanted. He seemed very relieved and went off to play. After he left, I looked at Chad and told him to remind me that I said that......when Noah's 30 and won't move out!
A few nights ago we were all eating dinner and Myshel made the statement that I would be so sad and lonely when all my children had grown up and moved away. Before she could finish Noah was in tears and clearly upset. He looked at me with his tear filled eyes and said, "I thought you said that I didn't ever have to leave? I don't want to leave you, not even when I'm big!" I told him again that he didn't have to leave, not even when he was all grown up. He calmed down and went back to eating his dinner. Then Chad leaned over and whispered, "When Noah's 30 and has a family of his own, I'll remind you about how upset he was at the thought of having to leave you."