This week my daughter deserves the praise.
She is the first second grader ever to earn 100 points in one semester at her school. (Approximately, 100 points is a whole school year goal for 2nd and 3rd graders.) Whoo hoo! On Friday, Cassandra and I will be heading to a special breakfast hosted by the school and her teacher in her honor.
Since I am trying to learn to toot my own horn, my toot this week is . . . I'm getting back to my regular schedule (or, at least trying to) and I did attend Occupational Therapy yesterday to start the progress of healing.
Go to Mommy Community to cheer on others as they praise their friends, family, and themselves.
I finally found someone to drive us to the hospital and I finally found someone to watch Renee (foster daughter) and I finally had the dreaded talk with the children.
We, my children and I, are going later today to see their grandmother who is dying of lung cancer. The family was finally told that she will not survive the year. Many of the family members think she will not be coming home from the hospital. How do you relay that to two young children?
As we sat and cried and I answered their questions and dried their tears, I did my best to reassure them that we can handle this. Not sure if the reassurance was for them or for me.
Time for more free association . . .
Free association is described as a "psychoanalytic procedure in which a person is encouraged to give free rein to his or her thoughts and feelings, verbalizing whatever comes into the mind without monitoring its content." Over time, this technique is supposed to help bring forth repressed thoughts and feelings that the person can then work through to gain a better sense of self.
That's an admirable goal, but for the purposes of this exercise, we're just hoping to have a little fun with the technique. Each week a group of ten words is posted at Unconscious Mutterings to which you respond to with the first thing that comes to your mind.
She said . . . I think . . .
Unwanted - I feel that way sometimes.
You’d better - "You'd better clean your room" is a often said phrase in this house.
Woman - I am woman, hear me roar. : )
Weighed - Last time I was at the doctor's office.
Upright - Vacuum
I feel - Tired
Ill - Illness please don't come knocking on my door.
It’s like - Totally reminds me of high school. : )
Poor man - I am a poor woman.
Great - Every day that I am alive is a great day.