I was reading my "Chicken Soup for Grandmother's" book the other night - not that I am into those tear-jerker kind of stories, but they do make me tired sometimes, which allows me to get to sleep, which for me is kind of a trick. Anyway, there was this story about a Grandmother who had a distant relationship with her grandson over Skype. She was excited for the technology, and I was genuinely excited that our generation has those kind of options for people who do not live close.
But, I do not have to Skype. This morning, my nine year old beagle had a seizure in my bed and had an accident. This does not happen often, and actually, it is much more scary than annoying for me. And, thankfully, I gently guided her to the backdoor before the mess got too bad. But, then, to top it off, my five week old Grandson did his own impression of a backyard sprinkler....also on my bed. And, to top off his impression, he acquired a new bit of behavior this week. He giggled. Yes, we have another comedian in the family now. I texted my daughter, who was at the dentist being "crowned," and informed her that both her dog and her baby were leaky. She giggled too. Today, we washed sheets.
Gas is a popular subject at our house. We talk about if he needs to burp, how many times he burped, and how amazing it is that someone so little can "fluff" so loudly and with so much gusto. We are certain that he is going to explode at times. He giggles.
Tomorrow I get to babysit while my daughter trots off to her new job. She is going to be trained to fill in for any number of positions at a local hotel, so that she can fill in for vacations, no shows, or full occupancy. She will do everything from the front desk to housekeeping. It should be interesting. It is not her ideal occupation, but she does recognize that money is an essential thing that she needs to be making. She is also a lifeguard, but for some reason that she is not sure of, she is not getting any hours to lifeguard. She believes that she was a victim of discrimination - based on the fact that she has a baby. I am not sure that discrimination is the right word, but rather she may be the victim of a situation that is new, and therefore being avoided by management. Even though, the truth of the matter is that her having a baby should not affect her work at all. Oh well. We pick our battles in this world.
School is over, and summer is here. I wish I could write a long review that praises our school system for it's fine management of a six-week home bound program that is mandatory for public school students who need it for medical reasons, but unfortunately, if I wrote a long review, it would not be filled with much praise. My daughter did her part by contacting the school on SIX occasions before they got back to her, starting the the first call, one week after she went out and four days after the baby was born. When they did get back to her, during week five of the six-week program, they gave her exactly one week to do all the work, with the exception of one teacher who had given her work before she went out on leave. One teacher, who shall remain nameless, never did get back to her....she hopes she gets an A in his class because she believes she did exemplary work.... most babies fall asleep to lullabies, while one little guy can fall asleep to the comforting sound of a bass clarinet?!? And nobody came to our home....just in case you were wondering.
Oh, my crowning accomplishment of the week was sewing a "Hooter Hider" for $4, in 40 minutes. These fine inventions are covers that go around a nursing mother's head so that she can hide her.....breasts....when she feeds. The ones for purchase are at least $40 and are made from the worlds most gaudy material. My daughter wanted one, but she preferred not to have the material that pretty much points out in large Hawaiian flowers that one is bare-breasted under the large expanse of material. I cut it down, used a nice soft, solid color, and all is well. Geesh.....
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