I tried all week to get here, with a yarn along post, and then a sewing post, but blogging always takes the back seat. And so it should, but still. Can I do anything I want to do? I know the answer to that question.
Speaking of "can I do anything I want to do?" I am going to break a cardinal blogging rule and gripe about my husband. Only because I need advice. I had an event on the calendar for this Sunday -- an annual fundraising walk in memory of Jill in Cincinnati. My brothers and mom and I were going to drive down, hopefully see new baby Margot, I was going to sit with my grandma while every one else walked, and then we would drive back -- all in one day. But, my husband informed me yesterday evening that he has a golf outing all day Sunday. And his events always trump mine, I guess simply because he is more domineering than I am. We don't have a family calendar per se, just my daily planner and ical -- and when I have an event, I put it down on both. When he has an event, sometimes he tells me about it, but usually only when I have to be present -- like a couples thing, usually for work. He didn't tell me about the golf outing (although he always says he did tell me, but frequently realizes later that he only thought he did).
I know the obvious solution would be to have a family calendar, but we have no wall space for a big one, and it would take a 10' x 10' calendar for him to notice.
Do you have family meetings to discuss upcoming events? How do you manage conflicts, and who "wins" at your house?
In my last post, earlier in the week, I told you that I was going back on blood thinners, but this time instead of the old blood thinner standby, I was going on Xarelto, a new blood thinner which is easier to take because 1) you don't have to watch what you eat (high vitamin K foods especially), and 2) you don't have to go to the clinic regularly to have your INR (measure of coagulation) checked. The hematologist painted it as a win/win (well, a win/win even though I'm on blood thinners for the rest of my life). I had a thought though, before I picked the medication up from the pharmacy, that I would run it past my family doctor. She manages most of my other medications, so I wanted her opinion.
She personally called me the day after I called her office, and told me that even though Xarelto is, technically, a good drug (for the above reasons) she would not take it herself and wouldn't advise me to either. Her husband is an ER doc and she said it is an ER doc's nightmare. With coumadin, if you are in a car accident, or fall down the steps and have a brain bleed, or need an emergency appendectomy, or coronary bypass, or whatever, the doctor gives you a big shot of vitamin K and reverses the effects of coumadin. There is no reversal for Xarelto, currently (it seems someone didn't have his thinking cap on when the drug company was creating that drug). So if you have a bleeding emergency, you're out of luck. I don't think the trade off of convenience is worth the risk.
Late this morning I had to run something down to one of my college boys and I was standing in the kitchen, freshly dressed, filling a cup with iced tea for the road. I dropped the cup (which I seem to be doing a lot lately) and the tea splashed up on me and, of course, all over the floor. I may have said a bad word, but then I mopped up the spill, and took the splashed clothes to the laundry room to put them in the washer. When I pulled another skirt off my "clothesline" in the basement I felt a drip on my arm. I looked up and saw that the 2 cm hole in the ceiling that the electrical wire to the island runs through had acted like a funnel for my tea spill and all of the hanging clothes (two dozen or so dress shirts and some pants) had tea drips all over them. Sigh. That's what I get for getting behind in the ironing.
Speaking of running something down to one of the college boys (and I might have been in a cranky mood even before the tea incident because of this), I vow (right hand held erectly) not to make any more absolutely unnecessary interruptions to our school day. I find that even if I have a quick appointment somewhere, or feel it necessary to do something in between "start" and "finish" in our day, the whole day is shot, nothing goes as it should.
I used to think it was great because I could get a dental appointment or doctor's visit for Faith scheduled during the day because we didn't need "after school" times, but no more. Unless someone is on fire, or bleeding to death (see #1), no interruptions. We'll just have to wait for after-school schedule slots (and college boys will have to wait, too). Luckily "after school" for us is 2 which is still before "after school" for most kids.
I also vow not to make any more purchases based on what I have just read on a blog. You do that too, right? Did I not learn anything in marketing 101? Of course most of the time, my impulse buys are not the result of a marketing genius, but still. Note to self -- no more impulse buys. I have noticed them stacking up....art books here, a cookbook or two there, e-books, this yarn, that pattern. And they never seem to be really right for us. No more. I vow. And I won't link to "stuff" here either. Unless it's really super, awesome great and will change your life. Promise.
Dear Homeschooling Guru Whoever You Are (the homeschooling equivalent of Dear Abby),
My daughter is the most distractible child ever (slight exaggeration). Even though she and I are the only two humans (cats and dogs distract a lot!) in the house during our school day, she really has trouble focusing on school work. I try not to make her read all of her own material, but it seems when I am reading (especially history or science), she is fiddling, with anything -- even a piece of thread will do (and even when the material is interesting -- at least to me!). I make her sit on her hands, but that makes her giggle (she's 11). I send her to sit on the steps as punishment (where I can see her). I have now told her that her outdoor time after school is in jeopardy, depending on her school day performance. I hate being an ogre, but I'm sick of this. She's in sixth grade and should be able to control herself. Any advice? (And sending her to the principal doesn't work -- that's where she gets the distractible gene and they just end up in a tickle fight).
Well, that's all Seven Quick Takes. I guess I qualify to join Jenn at Conversion Diary.