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My Life Thus Far
2008-02-02 05:48:21 (UTC)

Mommy Doesn't Accept No For An Answer

*****

I'm feeling really good right now. I'm coasting on a high
that I'm hoping I don't come down from any time soon.
Yeah, I've got a couple things I could complain about.
I've got the beginnings of a urinary tract infection
(always fun), my feet are sore and swollen and my right
hip is a little out of alignment (causing me undue pain
and irritation), but I'm still in high spirits! I think I
primarily have Gen to thank for that. She didn't give me
the option this morning, I was doing coffee and I'm glad I
did. Seeing her put me in a pleasant mood before I went to
work. Which I'm sure my co-workers were grateful for.

As I mentioned yesterday, Kiki had her evaluation this
morning. I haven't sat in on one of her therapy sessions
in awhile, so today I was surprised at how difficult she's
become. A lot of the things they wanted her to do she flat
out refused to do. So, it's a mystery to them whether she
can do it and is refusing or can't do it and is telling
them she can't. So, a lot of the test results are based on
data I provided. Yes she can do this, no she can't.
Because Mommy doesn't accept no for an answer. If she
can't do it, I don't stop trying until she gets it. Today
was just about assessment, though. At this point what can
she do? Well, the final words was she's got the cognitive
ability of a 24 month old (so just a little off, she's 32
months) and the vocabulary of an 18 month old. Which puts
her at an 50% speech delay, which qualifies her for speech
therapy through the state. She's not 25% delayed in
socialization, so she doesn't qualify for free preschool.
But, that's okay. I'll find something for her to get into
in loo of leaving daycare and Holly Ridge. She's going to
be okay.

After dropping Kiki off at daycare, Gen and I met up at
Starbucks. We didn't talk about much or anything out of
the ordinary, but socializing with someone in my own age
group was nice. Work is work. There isn't much socializing
going on. I think of work as an act. I put on a happy face
regardless of whether or not I actually am happy and I
don't share many of my feelings with the girls I work
with. Co-workers are like family members. You don't have
to like them, but you still have to exist in the same
world (the work place) with them. Don't get me wrong, I
work with great girls, but they aren't my best friends.

Work in general was good. I was in a good mood, so that
helped immensely. But, there was something weighing on me.
I didn't know what it was. I just felt...funky. Then,
around 3pm, it hit me. I need something different. A
change. I wanted to do something nice for myself, but I
didn't know what. Buy a new outfit? No, that wasn't it.
Get my nails done? No, can't be around the salon fumes.
That's when it hit me. I'd get my hair done. So, I called
JC Penny's to see if my stylist was available. Felicia.
She used to be at Regis salon, but moved to Penny's after
some sort of upheaval at Regis and she's the only one I
allow to touch my hair. They got me in at 6:15pm, so I had
my hair cut (9 inches off, to be precise) textured with
layers, plus caramel highlights. When I got home, Snookie
freaked. In a good way. It's the most drastic thing I've
ever done with my hair. I love it. It's so light and airy.
Happy, happy, joy, joy. I've still got shoulder-length
hair, if I need to fall back on the ponytail. That's a
must.

I need to go drink massive amounts of water. I'm
contracting from dehydration and the UTI. Not good. Ciao
for now.




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