Tomorrow (well today really) my boy starts Second Grade.
I am nervous.
You see there was a chance that he would have been reassigned his Homeroom teacher from last year. Except we found out on August 15th that he hadn’t.
Not only that, but the friend he had specifically been partnered with last year has been given that teacher again, so they have been split up.
So allow me to summarise. The kid who doesn’t deal well with change (understatement of the freaking millennium there) has had everything that he was used to ripped away from him.
I. Am. Not. Happy.
Not one iota. I actually sent an email to the Principal a few days ago outlining my concerns. I received back a reasonably long reply but it mostly just amounted to a hand flap and an “it’s fine”.
Well. Ok that’s the way they want it, fine. I hadn’t ever told #1 Son that it was a possibility (I’m not so green as I am cabbage looking) so he’s not disappointed. He also seems to already know his new teacher and seemed pleased to have her, so that’s a relief.
She has brown hair.
She is a girl.
It’s something I guess? 🤣😂
So I’m trepidatious but hopeful. Hopeful that he will prove my fears groundless. But if he doesn’t? If there is backsliding? Oh you best believe that Mama Dinosaur will be coming out all teeth and claws.
Seriously the T-Rex from Jurassic Park: Lost World will have nothing on me
And the reason I’m still up at almost 2am? I was sewing a name label in his denim jacket. Yes, I was.
See I ran out of spoons again today and did another “Stop, Drop and Nap” at about 5pm so I’m wired.
Which segues me in neatly to my one week post-surgery check update
Overall I was doing pretty well but then I accidentally overdid it somehow on Saturday and paid the price on Sunday – and I crashed out completely whilst feeling exhausted and nauseous, much to the chagrin of TT.
#1 Son had a pool party that day too, and I was determined he was going to go goddammit. However I couldn’t take him for many obvious reasons:
- Not allowed to get incisions submerged.
- Not allowed to drive (not that I can out here yet)
- Still fucking exhausted.
- Would probably drown.
But the hus-creature did not want to leave me on my own with TT. So we arranged for the eldest daughter of the lovely lady who picks #1 Son up from school to come sit with her and me for those couple of hours. TT was in heaven 🤣😂
The boys had fun, though it was an outdoor pool so the water was cold.
There was also a playground where he chilled out when swimming got a bit much:
So that was my weekend.
So I had my one-week follow up today and as the doctor was running over an hour late I spent that time sitting in typical doctor’s office chairs which completely did me in – I’m not supposed to sit completely upright for extended periods of time right now 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
It did go reasonably well though. I’ve had both sets of stitches removed; we’ve gone through the packet of photos I was given immediately post-surgery.
I found them deeply fascinating surprisingly; and actually understood a fair amount of what I was looking at. It wasn’t just personal viscera.
It did remind me of what happens when you trim the fat off of raw chicken before you cook it though 🤣😂
They also included some incidental shots of my “very healthy” appendix and liver which is always good to know 🤣😂
I have to see him again in two weeks and am to gradually increase everything activity-wise up to approximately 50% of normal in that fortnight. I’m still not allowed to lift heavy things.
So I can go up to school with #1 Son tomorrow so that’s a relief. To him as well as me – though the sweetheart would never have asked me.
So the doctor says it’s okay for you to come mom? That’s good. You have to do what the doctor says you know – the doctor knows best
I don’t mind admitting that my heart swelled and broke simultaneously there. He’s so so special my lad.
I’ve already decided that I will not be going up to knitting tomorrow, as I can’t face walking that far, or sitting in a hard backed chair for two hours; or to have my nails done on Sunday – that’s an even longer walk, plus two trains and I just cannot justify that. I’ll provisionally rebook for the following Sunday – lord knows that my amazing Matthew will understand.
Goodnight dear audience, I ought to try and get some sleep tonight. Of course I know already that going up to school tomorrow is going to wipe me out.
I don’t care. My boy deserves this. I am going.
He asks for so little, I’m bloody doing it. For him.
