Nothing Exciting

3-10-09

Yesterday afternoon was cranky. The boys were just in moods. Tantrums galore over tiny things. It was crazy. Both also mostly refused food, weren’t listening and just being a bit out of control. They calmed down once we hit bath time. Thank goodness.

In the bath, I was running through alphabet flash cards with them. Dax knew almost all of them, whereas Bobby seemed to be struggling. I don’t know if he was truly having problems or if he was being lazy. Either way, none of this was a good thing. I am worried that he isn’t learning things he should know. He is going to be in school soon enough and this is a big one he should know. I am still concerned about Dax’s color issues, but I think that there is a solution to that. He also seems almost lazy about it. But how do you get them to pay attention? I don’t want to yell at my kid if he truly doesn’t know the answer. I would imagine that adds more stress.

In two weeks we are taking Bobby to the dinosaurs. Since it is his doc appt, I took the whole day off and we thought we would take him to the museum to see the dinosaur bones. Bobby seems to be getting some fun stuff of late, so Friday night, when Bobby is at my folks, I think that Dax needs some fun time. Not sure what we will do yet. I am sure we can come up with something. Even if it is just watching only the shows he wants to watch or play some kind of game with him. It will be his night, which will be good. I figure I am leaving Bobby at my folks after the workout, and I would imagine Ken will go to Aaron’s from there. So Dax and I will be on our own. Dax will also get his own day when he goes to the doc in August, but still, I want him to get some one on one time.

Holy crap I am tired! I am sitting here reading some stuff and I can’t keep my eyes open. I think I need hot chocolate.

Hot chocolate helped if only to get me warmed up and got me to stand up. I might be reading much too intense of a subject matter. I was reading about the Holocaust, Anne Frank and an article on Holocaust deniers. Way interesting, but I guess it was too intense and made me sleepy. My mind is backwards on reactions. I also get hungry when I see gross stuff. It makes no sense.

It is a slow day. Boss is out, and I hit up a lot of my customers yesterday. I have some report prep to work on, which may be my plan. I also have a training schedule to write, which doesn’t need to be implemented or even complete until the end of the year. The real problem is getting the people I am training on a similar schedule. Not that they need to be free the same days as each other, but I need to make sure that everyone can find time to practice these reports. So I may just assign them each a report to do once a month, they need to do it, and send it back to me so I can check it. Might work out ok. Don’t know yet. I suppose I should get started on it, though.

I just flipped out on Ken. Probably overkill on my part. Last night it was discussed that Ken may take Bobby with him to work. The only issue with this is when do I get him back. Since we go to my folks tonight, I know Bobby would want to be there for that. However, if this was to happen, he would need to be dropped off before Ken’s last class. Here is where logistics got to me. Ken could drop him off with my dad so that when Dax and I come at 3:30, he is already there. He could drop him off at Maria’s and I pick him up. I was unaware of the third option of him being taken to home where I would be. Either way, I wanted to know if Ken really took Bobby so that I could check with my dad before it got to the point of that not being an option. I sent Ken a text, and didn’t hear back from him. I sent my dad an email, but didn’t hear. I talked to Ken an hour later, and he did have Bobby. I was frustrated since I would have liked to know what the exact drop off time needed to be before I told my dad. Now, my dad was not home and it was unsure as to when he would get home. I told Ken that he needed to tell me when he takes Bobby earlier than he had been. I just feel like I need to know where they are so I don’t wonder if someone is dead in the house or something bad. Plus, Ken used to call me right after the Kevin and Bean show at 9. Now, it could be as late as 10:40, which throws me all off. I don’t know if he doesn’t have his phone or if it is dead or what the deal is. The time is always different. It is my control freak coming out. I realize I need to calm down a smidge. But I also want more communication from Ken. I now feel like from now until I leave, I am going to wonder where Bobby will end up instead of there already being a plan. Now it is, if I hear from my dad before 2, send Bobby there, if not, he goes home, unless I don’t get there before Ken has to leave in which point he will be at Maria’s. I hate those kind of variables. They throw me off. I know, I need to get used to them now that I have kids, but is it so wrong that I want a plan? Didn’t we just argue about the lack of a plan on Sunday? He says he has it covered, which is fine, but I am just so used to having to drop everything to take care of something that wasn’t foreseen so I get a little on edge. I am making no sense. But I know what I mean in my head.