Yesterday I felt quite defeated by the whole experience with Owen’s school. Self-doubt set in. Maybe they know better and I am in denial. It didn’t help that I had to go to the dentist and have a filling fixed. Ow! My molar was killing me all day long. And the Twizzler’s I bought–to make me feel better–didn’t help!
I swung by my mom’s house for a pulse warmer tutorial. What can make a person feel better than size 0 needles? I don’t think I have had the pleasure of size 0’s before. It’s actually quite entertaining but I feel like a bit of a project floozy. I had been dutifully working on my friend’s baby blanket and I have cast it aside for a pulse warmer. But I am using the Elann Baby Cashmere. It’s very soft. And very comforting. But I was cruising on the blanket. I will get back to it eventually…besides the baby isn’t due to June. I was just floozing St. Brigid. At least I am faithful to my husband. Did I just write that? It’s the tooth talking.
Back to Owen. Kevin put a call into our school district to see if we can bounce some ideas off the chairperson of special education. He’s a good guy. But they aren’t as impressed by integration as we are. Another option is to move–again. But I don’t think we can keep doing this to Gracie and Cameron. Sometimes, I feel like a woman on the run.
In happier news, I am off to a needle felting extravaganza tonight at Joanne’s. Ann will be coming too. And I am bringing chocolate ’cause she is quitting smoking today! Go wish her luck! And Vicki too! You two can do it!