I'm alive!
May. 1st, 2009 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
samsomI've been around, lurking, doing some commenting. But mostly just lurking. Life lately has been work, home, play with babies, clean, clean, cook, sleep. Pretty much that abruptly, too. Especially the sleep part.
My daughter has gotten into trouble at school almost once a month since the beginning of the school year, getting sent to the principal's office about four times. *ragged sigh* Good Lord. She's been refusing to write her numbers and words when instructed by the teacher. She has trouble with her fine motor skills (which, for reasons too long to get into here, I blame myself for) so she's been doing a little more work than probably the others in her class, and I think the pressure the teachers are putting on her is starting to frustrate her too much.
Either that or she's wanting our attention because her brother has taken about half of it away for the last year.
God. It's almost been a year since Connor was born. I'm so old. And getting older. *groan*
It rained today, not a heavy downfall with huge clouds, but a light and steady sprinkle with a little bit of sunshine peeking through the thin clouds. The air smelled so good, I had my passenger side window rolled down all the way home, and listened to rain songs - Like the Rain by Clint Black, One of These Nights by Eagles, and Rhiannon By Fleetwood Mac.
Oh, hey look, I've got mail.
More later. Fic, I hope. *crosses fingers*
My daughter has gotten into trouble at school almost once a month since the beginning of the school year, getting sent to the principal's office about four times. *ragged sigh* Good Lord. She's been refusing to write her numbers and words when instructed by the teacher. She has trouble with her fine motor skills (which, for reasons too long to get into here, I blame myself for) so she's been doing a little more work than probably the others in her class, and I think the pressure the teachers are putting on her is starting to frustrate her too much.
Either that or she's wanting our attention because her brother has taken about half of it away for the last year.
God. It's almost been a year since Connor was born. I'm so old. And getting older. *groan*
It rained today, not a heavy downfall with huge clouds, but a light and steady sprinkle with a little bit of sunshine peeking through the thin clouds. The air smelled so good, I had my passenger side window rolled down all the way home, and listened to rain songs - Like the Rain by Clint Black, One of These Nights by Eagles, and Rhiannon By Fleetwood Mac.
Oh, hey look, I've got mail.
More later. Fic, I hope. *crosses fingers*
