Yay, Happy November!

I was worried we’d have to cancel our trip this year because money is stupidly tight right now. I hadn’t even made hotel reservations b/c I wasn’t sure where I wanted to stay and then I wasn’t sure we could afford the room. Then it dawned on me that I get birthday money a couple weeks before our trip date! So I asked my dad is he was planning on giving me any money or if he was calling his babysitting for three days my gift, even though it was really my gift from last Channukah (I told him last year I wanted him to keep the kids so Michael and I could go away – I combined that with Sara’s birthday gift from this year to get three solid days out of them).

Fucker took it as me asking him to cover our hotel WHICH I WAS NOT DOING and which I made sure he understood later. He spent the rest of dinner asking me which hotel I was looking at and I kept telling him I didn’ tknow yet b/c I wasn’t sure what money looked like. I was going to pick one when we got there and see who gave us the best price. At the least I wanted like 100$ to cover a dump somewhere on 192 or to get a campground and set up the tent at Ft Wilderness lol

So I picked a hotel, a new one I’ve never stayed at, and figured he was going to call and see what price he could get and let me know (he had asked me to call and tell them we were Fla resident/season passholders and whatnot). We left to go bowling (it was Sunday) and I get a call at the alley and he’s telling me I have reservations. So I spent ten minutes explaining I wasn’t asking him to bankroll my freaking birthday trip. He asked if we had money for food for that weekend. I give up.

So we have reservations for the Coranado in November and he got the damn room for 117$ (tax included) a night. In other words, it wasn’t much more than the Clarion or Wyngate or a nicer (but not 4/5 star) room down on 192. I don’t feel as guilty over him paying for the room.

We’re headed to Orlando in November, just the two of us! We were looking at the Keys, but… I’m not really a drinker, and neither of us love the beach, so it seemed kind of silly to head that way.

more in the Dorian orthodontist saga

Let me back a minute. We went to the dentist last week and had a shock. Dor needed three more fillings and a crown. What. The. Hell. So after explaining to the dentist (who was new and who freaking rocks, by the way) that I was expecting to come in for a sealant (you know, the stuff they use a paintbrush to brush on) and not major work, I was just a bit surprised and I don’t like dental surprises. So he examines his teeth, counts his fillings and crowns, takes an extra x-ray and tells me that we do indeed need three more fillings and a crown. I ask them not to use the nitrous b/c Dor reacts badly too it, and just use the novocain and we’re off. Two of the fillings were nothing and he didn’t even numb that side of his mouth. Actually, all three may have been nothing, but they had to numb for the crown, so one of the fillings was numbed as well. Unfortunately one of the crowns is where a spacer was, so he tried not to fuck up the space, and did an OK job of it.

We went from the dentist to the orthodontist and he got his bottom brackets put on but had new spacers put on top. It was a busy dental day. We dropped D off at school with instructions that if he isn’t feeling well to tell them and I’ll come get him. All was fine except for the brackets tearing up his cheeks and his gums are swollen over his back teeth.

We went to the orthodontist this morning to get his palate expander, headgear and lip bumper. Oy.

The headgear is for at home only. 10 – 12 hours a day, so he can almost put it on at bed time and have that be that. We were also told he can skip it for sleepovers and stuff, so it’s not life or death. I never had headgear, so I didn’t know a thing about it.

The expander gets turned every other day and is a marked improvement over the one I had 20some years ago. Mine covered my entire palate and was a pain to clean. His is just the metal and while he is having trouble talking right now, and swallowing, once he gets used to it, it will be way better than full coverage. Mine was also turned every freaking day.

The lip bumper can also come out, but shouldn’t. It’s helping to expand the lower jaw (if I understood correctly) and give the tongue more room. I opted not to have braces on the bottom, so I didn’t have that either. New experience!

So the boy is miserable and that sucks because Malachai goes back in a few weeks to finish his x-rays and start this mess and Dorian is gonna be all whiny about it. I hope he puts on a good face about it, b/c Mal *really* needs this work done, or we’re looking at surgeries to correct his problems.

Just a novella of an update

Grabbed from Punky Moms, hence the formatting. Mostly for my own records too.

First, hello to all our new members! I think I hit all the intros to welcome you in, but I’m not totally sure. I’ve barely been on the computer lately at all, let alone on here, and some things just slip by me. I’m Jenn. I live in South Florida. It’s hot and it’s humid and it’s home. I have three biological kids – Dorian is 9, Malachai is 7 and Eshiva is 4. I also have my siblings who I look after, they are both 17. My husband is a member on here and has also been missing. Rev Fish is a tattoo artist, movie junkie and avid reader. I am a stay at home mom, although all of my brood is in school this year, so I’ve been trying to fill my time a little more. It hasn’t worked so far.

On to the “why the fuck haven’t you been around Jenn, hmm??” post.

Mostly I’ve been reading. Or drawing. Or been out with Michael.

Last week I fought with an external hard drive all freaking week. It worked fine for a while, and suddenly my Mac decided it didn’t want to play with the PC. So I bought a new drive, which also didn’t want to play. Finally I gave in and spent *more* on a Mac formatted drive (this is fucking stupid, as I formatted the other one the exact same way) and may lightning strike me if it didn’t work first time out. So… of course the PC didn’t want to play. Not that any of you care, but I wound up partitioning off a bunch of space and formatted it as MS-DOS and left the rest as Mac journaled and viola, magic I can easily move my files around.

Today we tried to hit the gym this morning, but the guy we had to speak with wasn’t there and things had changed since last time. Like there not being built in locks in the lockers. So we packed in and went to a local park and walked the park. I think it was about a mile, maybe more? Not bad. I kept up with Michael’s walking stride, which paced me slightly faster than my “Disney” walking pace (which is faster than my normal pace). Came home and fucked around for a while and then went back to the gym b/c the guy we needed to chat with was there. Signed up for a 30 day free trial and picked up the kids, picked up some locks from the store (for the lockers, duh) and now we’re home and they are bitching and moaning about their homework.

Malachai has been more needy than normal. I spoke with his OT and was told it didn’t sound neurological (good) and to teach him to fly a kite. O_o I don’t get this one at all. Something to get him active, but specifically a kite? So now I need to find a freaking kite when it isn’t really kite season.

Sara and Michael and taking drivers ed. Sara hit a cone, twice, while trying to park (the same cone, I might mention). I told her how awful, she killed that poor cone. She told me to teach her how to park. I laughed and explained that I can parallel park like a pro but pulling into a space? Not so much. Lucky for me when I took my drivers test a million years ago at the end, when it came time to park, there was a spot directly in front of where I exited the driver test course. Then I yelled at her to watch out for cones, they like to jump in front of cars ;)

Speaking of a million years ago, my birthday is next month. I got to wondering if that is why I suddenly wanted to go back to school (not for a career, just because, so I can’t justify it) or find something to do. I don’t think it is, but it was interesting timing. I feel like I’ve been floating through my days without a destination in mind. Am I going to wake up and be 60 or 80 and wonder what the fuck I did with my life? Scary thought, that. So, I need to find something to do. Ideas accepted! Something to do can be anything. I don’t want to spend all day at the gym (I never get that endorphin rush, so it’s just work to me, nothing to make me truly want to go back for the sake of going back). I don’t want to take pictures of grass all day long. I just don’t know.

So, that’s my novella. I spend my time running around to therapy and bowling and dance class and school and everything in between.

Its pouring out, kind of chilly (for SoFl) and no one else is out, WWPMD?

Yah…. it’s pouring out. Not drizzling, not on again off again, but raining hard enough to actually get you wet. It’s a little chilly (enough to need pants under the costumes and jackets over them, esp w/ the rain!) and no one is out. Not a single trick or treater.

Yah, it’s kind of early, but it’s dark out, and they are usually out by now.

What to do? I was handing out the leftovers from the party, so it was all crap, not candy. My kids were counting on candy! Not tons of the same junk they already have.

Should I brave the cold rain (and be the only ones out?) or just say fuck it, load them in the car, visit Michael at work, and stop by the store on the way home for them to pick out a bag each?

Family

Family is defined as a group of parents and children living together in a household. It is also defined as a group of people related to one another by blood or by marriage.

I’ve recently emailed my extended family to gather their important dates, addresses, all that stuff. I am terrible at keeping in contact with people… I feel like I am always running around and I never have time to stop. Well, obviously I have time to stop or I wouldn’t be writing my days away here, but…. I’m hard pressed to find tons of time to call up just to chat, and honestly, I tend not to phone people unless I have something specific I need to tell them or ask. Not one for idle chatter I suppose.

Family is important to me… and the older I’ve gotten, the more important it’s become. Not in a “you can depend on family but not friends” kind of way… I’ve realized how easily family can slip away. Family is usually always there for you. Not for mundane day to day stuff, but the big stuff. The important stuff. Weddings and funerals, births and new homes, you know, the milestones we measure our lives by, but not necesarily the things that happen inbetween.

In the past two days I’ve had people comment on my arm. I look down and realize I have so much done. I forget. It’s dedicated to family. I have a piece for dad planned, for my grandparents… more family. My family may not agree with how I remember my family, but family is an ever present theme in my daily life. Funny what reminds me of it and when.