July 30, 2010

Zoe: Busted

Zoe got busted this morning at school.
Since Tuesday’s arm fiasco, we’ve been providing quite a bit of help. She’s struggling to do everything not just one-armed, but left-handed to boot (she’s a righty). Poor baby. We help her get dressed, and undressed. We help her use the potty. We help her with her socks and shoes.
This morning, though, I talked to her teachers about how the day went yesterday (they were gone when I picked her up last night). Ms. Lisa said, “Oh, she did great! We had to help her with her shorts one time in the bathroom, but that was it!”
“You didn’t help her with the potty?”
“Nope.”
“She put her shoes on by herself?”
“Yep.”
Zoe slowly dragged her foot in a circle on the floor and looked at me mischievously out of the corner of her eye.
Right. Busted.

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July 29, 2010

Today is…?

I have my days all jacked up. After running out of here early Tuesday afternoon and then spending all day yesterday at home watching videos with Zoe, I’m completely f*cked when it comes to what day it is. I keep thinking it’s Monday. It’s seriously screwing with my head.

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July 29, 2010

Zozo and M

Zozo update: She had an uneventful night, getting lots of good sleep and waking up pretty happy this morning. She was quiet on the way to school, thinking about how the day would go with the cast and sling, I think. She’ll miss water day today as she can’t get the cast wet, but her old Bunny Room teachers were thrilled that she’d be spending some time with them (and I think she was excited, too) while her Bear Room friends ran through the sprinkler. She didn’t push me out the door as she normally does, “Because, Mommy, I usually push you with two hands and right now I can’t,” but she was pretty matter-of-fact about it and just wanted me to leave so she could eat her Rice Krispies.

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July 28, 2010

Zoe’s arm

She was climbing up the slide the wrong way, with a friend pulling on her arm to help her up. Somehow her arm twisted and that was it. Lots of pain and crying. I got the call at 12:12 p.m., exactly 30 seconds after sitting down to an off-site office lunch to which, of course, I hadn’t driven my own car. Called M, who promptly canceled the rest of his day while flying out the door. I ate a lunch I did not taste, and made small talk without really listening, while silently willing my colleagues to eat their damn food already so I could get back and get my car.

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July 27, 2010

First steps

Since I made the decision to do something with the tangle atop my head, I’ve gotten rather antsy and impatient about doing it. It’s needs to be gone already. The color shampoo and special conditioner and having to condition every single freakin’ day and the four different styling products and the 15 minutes wasted every morning need to be gone. I need high style with low maintenance. I’m not asking for much, right?

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July 26, 2010

Moving forward

I am experiencing a love/hate relationship with my body right now. Which is nothing new, really, but it’s pushed to the front burner for several different reasons.

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