Day: December 13, 2005

the best word to describe me today was "snappish".

not impressive. but what’s a girl to do? upon taking the babies to their 18 month evaluations, besides the fear of what the dr would say and the frustration of jasper and carys refusing to do or say things i know they are capable of, three other events ticked me off.

1) the room was cold. windows open AND air con. frugal blake would be angry at the waste of having both these coolants in effect…his voice during summer holidays…you can either have air con or the windows open, but the windows open causes too much dust so we will have the air con….and of course those were the days before cars had rear air cons…. but i digress. it was really cold in the room. i was only wearing one jumper. you would think that my substantial body fat could keep me warm, but that was not the case.

2) the doctor had this spittle on his lip. and you guessed it, it travelled from his top lip to his bottom lip. sometimes it would comfortably attach to both lips and separate like an ameoba, stretching as far as his mouth was opening. it wasn’t clear spittle, it was a circle of white, well formed gob. he was a nice doctor, but i can’t tell you anything about him other than, well, the migratory practises of the gob. how irritating was that? very.

3) the receptionist didn’t understand my sarcasm. by the time we had paid the bill ( you must pay before seeing the dr), i had used up the 20,000 tissues i had brought with me. and still the babies noses were running and bubbling. seeing the need for all three to have a good wipe, i approached the receptionist and asked, "do you have a tissue?" and she looked at me and responded, "you don’t have any tissue?"

and before i could really help myself (not that i wanted to), i said, "well, yes i do but i am trying to save money, so i am using other people’s."

she didn’t get it.just said, huh?

i know i am not funny, but at least i should get acknowledged.

moving on…at the end of the appointments it was stated that the babies verbal patterns were slow to start but are not as delayed now as they were. hand motor is quite good for the girls. carys still needs PT, her achilles is quite tight in both feet. as for jasper, who was at his least flexible today, the dr made a suprising suggestion. his back was turned to me at the time so i could really concentrate on what he was saying:

this little boy needs to go to school. he needs to interact with other kids who don’t love him, and who won’t let him be the baby.

so he’s going to recommend a school or two to magnificent and me.

do you really think that a half day day programme for jj two days a week will benefit him? would it work? do i want it to? do you think the dr takes the gob off his lip and places it in a glass of water at night as one would with false teeth?

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