Here I am, posting late again. But it's not entirely my fault. My internet was out for most of yesterday, as were my phones. And while some people possess the ability to blog from their cell phones, I do not. My phone makes calls, sends texts, and has two games. That's it. No camera. No internet. No apps. Not even the ability to download cool ringtones (admittedly this last one bothers me a bit). The lack of landline phone service was ok but I really missed my internet connection.
Anyhow...today is a day where I have no choice but to act like a grown-up. I usually do that anyway but I'm feeling especially like a parent this afternoon. Just got home from taking the youngest for some shots. I had a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach all the way to the clinic and I didn't tell her about the shots until we were back in the exam room. Yes, I am a total chicken. I didn't want her to panic and I can't stand the thought of my baby girl in pain, psychological or physical. She actually did better than I did; wasn't happy, but the only time she came close to crying was when the nurse didn't get back in a timely fashion with her sticker.
In less than an hour's time I will be on my way to Parent-Teacher conferences at the middle school for our oldest. We don't have to panic as he's doing well in his classes, but we aren't looking forward to standing in line in the buffet style set-up they use. I learned my lesson on the last round and will be taking a book with me to pass the time.
Got my taxes done and nothing else is looming just yet, so I anticipate getting a lot more writing done in March, which curiously did not come in like a lion unless it was confused by Leap Year and thought it was supposed to be here yesterday, in which case it roared quite well and gave us the first snow day of the year.
Until we meet again,
Kate
Anyhow...today is a day where I have no choice but to act like a grown-up. I usually do that anyway but I'm feeling especially like a parent this afternoon. Just got home from taking the youngest for some shots. I had a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach all the way to the clinic and I didn't tell her about the shots until we were back in the exam room. Yes, I am a total chicken. I didn't want her to panic and I can't stand the thought of my baby girl in pain, psychological or physical. She actually did better than I did; wasn't happy, but the only time she came close to crying was when the nurse didn't get back in a timely fashion with her sticker.
In less than an hour's time I will be on my way to Parent-Teacher conferences at the middle school for our oldest. We don't have to panic as he's doing well in his classes, but we aren't looking forward to standing in line in the buffet style set-up they use. I learned my lesson on the last round and will be taking a book with me to pass the time.
Got my taxes done and nothing else is looming just yet, so I anticipate getting a lot more writing done in March, which curiously did not come in like a lion unless it was confused by Leap Year and thought it was supposed to be here yesterday, in which case it roared quite well and gave us the first snow day of the year.
Until we meet again,
Kate
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