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sometimes boring is good

I was up past 1 am last night doing stuff for work, and I'm very tired today. Perhaps, you are saying, if Caerula didn't spend so much time writing diary entries at work, she wouldn't have so much to do at home? Well, actually, no. There's always more to do. And really, if I didn't have this and email during the day I believe I would be far more insane than I am already.

So Blue and I discussed the IVF issue last night, and depending on what the doctor says whom I go see next week, who is the person who would actually do the procedure, we think we will give it at least one shot.

Then this morning I dropped YMP off at school and decided to stay and observe him for a few minutes, since he's had a few behavioral problems and trips to the office lately. As I sat in this room full of eight- and nine-year-olds, I was thinking "And I want MORE of these?" It was really a little scary. I can remember third grade. For the most part, we still had enough respect for the teacher that we stayed in our seats and listened. YMB's room is full of chattering, wandering kids, while Teacher is up there trying to go over whatever their morning work is. I could tell YMB's mind was completely elsewhere, but at least he wasn't talking and wandering around! I'm sure some of this is because this is Teacher's first year, and although she seems perfectly nice I doubt she, or any first year teacher, has the necessary classroom management skills to command attention at the drop of a hat. Still, YMB seemed to do fairly well this morning, and he loved that I was there, I could tell, because he got to keep explaining who I was. Gave him that sense of importance that is such a big deal at that age. One of the kids in YMB's class recognized my from my brief stint as the media specialist at one of the other elementary schools in the district, and another as the former librarian at MPL, where I haven't worked in a year. I thought that was kind of nifty.

And I do want more -- not 24, obviously, but one or two would be nice.

I also stopped by and talked to the school psychologist, whom YMB has been seeing on a weekly basis. Filled her in a bit on his recent behavior, and how his outside counseling is going. She seems really on the ball, which is a relief. Also ran into SmartKid's mom, who is student teaching with YMB's wonderful second grade teacher this year. SK's mom is a born teacher -- she loves getting down and dirty with the kids, and absolutely knows what to say to relate on their level. This morning she was showing me the owl pellets they were going to look at and dissect. And she was thrilled about it.

Let's see...came to work, faxed Red-headed Doctor the report on last year's lap and tubal dye infusion (fascinating stuff, full of words like "endotracheal intubation" and "mild insufflation of the omentum"), made an appointment for Blue to get an andrology work-up (read sperm count, which he is less than thrilled about), got some work done, read everyone else's journals, and came here. What a thrilling morning it's been.

Oh, and Kinetix, sorry again about whining in your guestbook, and thanks for signing mine. I hope you don't get anthrax.

Oh, and I'm going to Target later. That should take care of my excitement quotient for the day.

God, I'm boring.

10:55 a.m. - 2001-10-17

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