A Bunch of Stuff

I haven't had many opportunities to write lately.  We are all still adjusting to the daycare thing, and as part of that adjustment, I have a child who stays up till almost midnight because they let her nap for hours at school.  Sigh.

I'll save my beefs about daycare for another post.  Now, while I have a whole twenty minutes or so, I just want to get out all the little, random stuff.  Nothing really full-post worthy...so watch for sudden stops and sharp curves ahead.

A new session of swimming classes started yesterday.  Well, actually, it started last week but we couldn't make it because of Punky's birthday party.  We hadn't gone since the last session ended early in November and I wondered if the break would make Punky hesitate now that she's getting older.  Nope.  She was just as excited as ever to go in the big pool.  I think I enjoy it as much as she does.

A few weeks after the last session ended, Punky rolled over on her tummy in the bathtub and said, "Look, Mommy! Swimming! Blow bubbles!"...and she stuck her little face right in and did it.  Since then, she's been practicing that skill almost every bath.  So, in class yesterday, I was excited when the time came for her to do it.  "Blow bubbles!" the lifeguard directed...

And my child wouldn't put her face anywhere near the water.  No amount of coaxing could convince her otherwise.  But in the bath last night, it was bubbles galore.  Little shit.

After swimming we headed to the furniture store.  The time has come to bite the bullet and start the transition to a big-girl bed.  I am not looking forward to this one bit.  I can't get her to sleep at night as it is, but she's at least confined.  I can't even imagine how bad it will be three to five weeks from now when the new furniture arrives.  I've joked a lot about velcro in the past...

In other news, we booked a trip to meet Mickey Mouse this summer.  It was my mom's idea.  I would rather wait another year or two, but she has this insane idea that she'll be too old to walk around the parks with us and she wants to see her grand kids at Disney.  So, this year it is, in one of the hottest months, right when school lets out and the place will be jam packed.

Punky will be a handful, I'm sure, but my sister will have it worse.  My niece will have just turned one when we go, so she needs to cart all that baby crap with her, too.  Don't get me wrong, I'm excited and I think we'll have a good time, but it just seems like an awful lot of work and expense with three kids five and under who will probably not remember a single second of it.

Next subject.  We are suffering through an extreme cold chill and it can't end soon enough.  Tonight's forecast?  Ten below.  Ouch.  We have about seven inches of snow on the ground from last Friday and are due to receive a pile more in a storm predicted to hit Wednesday.  It's disgusting.  I can't stand it.  I absolutely hate it.  And we have at least two more months of it, if not three. 

Punky keeps asking to go to the playground and ride the swings.  Spring must seem a lifetime away to her...hell, it does to me, too.  I'd love to take her outside to play in the snow, but not in these ridiculous temperatures.  Plus, she has a cold.  Coughing, runny nose, watery eyes.  I'm sure I'll have it in a few days.  Just another perk of daycare.

And, last but not least, today is nineteen years that I lost someone very special to me and my life changed forever.  I spent the day drifting in and out of silent mourning.  It was so long ago, yet the wounds feel so fresh.  The scars will never go away, no matter how hard I try to hide them.  I still remember.  All of it.  I suppose this doesn't really fit the category of not full-post worthy.  In reality, it's probably full-book worthy.  Maybe someday I'll have time to write one.