Snow

It’s a relief to finally get some snow. A breath of fresh to cover all the deadness. I feel well today. I looked into buying this site, so all the ads will be removed. My hesitation comes from putting in my address. It says there’s privacy protection, but what does that mean? Right now, I already have privacy protection by not putting my address or last name on this site. I’d be okay purchasing the site, but why do they need my address? Farts.

Then, I google my name and find my address in about 15 seconds. So, hmm. Privacy is pretty hard to come by. I remember being in the ER one time, due to one of the kids having a high fever. The check-in person asked for my social security number. Huh? I thought the insurance card would be sufficient. I gave it to her, because: emergency. But I spent the next two weeks making phone calls until I got it taken out of the their system. I later learned that they just put in all zeros for Amish people. I will state that they need to put in all zeros next time.

Maybe, I worry too much about a lot of things. And it always seems like the thing I forgot or didn’t know to worry about is the thing that actually happens.

A parent told me recently that they can’t stop yelling at their kid. Meanwhile, they expect their kid to stop yelling and name calling them. I just don’t get it. Like, let’s get mathematical about this: what you are saying is that it is impossible for you to stop yelling, but completely possible for a child to stop? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Now, I didn’t have to type that. But it felt great to do so! Pretty unfair to expect kids to do things we aren’t doing ourselves.

On a positive note, I recovered my ability to have fun with the kids yesterday. The girls wanted to do push-ups, sit-ups and jumping jacks. Then, I gave them horsey rides and Les Possions (from the Little Mermaid). The kids find it fascinating that I remember all the words to that one and the Ursula song. Nice that they think I have special abilities, but the truth is that Tricia watched that movie every morning for an entire summer one year.

Yesterday, my 5 year old and I drove to a local bakery and got doughnuts for everyone. It smelled good in there. I took a slow drive home, because I was nervous about what I would do when I got home. I thought, again, about hobbies. I guess you are looking at it. I like to write. I also like various forms of exercise: running, swimming, yoga. I think I might even do some exercise today. Hobbies? Can they be related to work? I like researching local resources. I’ve been reading on the Disability Wisconsin website to try and discern the rights of persons with cognitive disabilities. I wrote an email to AmeriCorps to see if they are offering online tutoring/mentoring services this year. I’ve been working with my local school to see if it would benefit students to have therapy at school so they don’t miss so much of their day: driving to therapy, therapy hour, driving back to school. Its not like its a one day thing. Therapy usually lasts 3 to 6 months, sometimes a year, of weekly appointments (or every other week can also work). Either way, I can’t imagine how that wouldn’t feel stressful…trying to make sure you didn’t miss any info and/or assignments. When the pandemic ends, I’d like to see my 9 year old getting a chance to learn trumpet. She’s been on to learning trumpet and a keyboard/piano. Its not something I can teach well, and I think she’d like to join band.

Last day of Tricia’s quarantine, she told me she’ll be out at 6pm tonight. Thanks to everyone who has called her!!! It is a blessing to have people who care!

All the best to you and your loved ones,

Terra Rose