Woke up today a little late. When left will the entire bed to myself, I feel like I'm riding in a sleep limo after spending two months in a Metro. It didn't matter because Parker's speech therapist came a little late and we were all ready. Well, sort of, she hadn't had a diaper change and was still in her "ballet" - her tutu she got from her cousins.
She was still groggy though. She was relatively quiet and unfocused.
It was funny because we got to school and then her speech therapist rolled in - should've asked her for a ride instead of taking the bus. The seats on the bus are all for kids and we the parents have to sit on them so there's always a ridge or buckle digging into your butt. It's a pretty awesome lesson in patience. The seats here at school aren't too much better despite being designed for adults.
Thank God for everything we have today, otherwise I might have to read a book everyday.
It's heartwarming to see Parker leading her therapy class - when she dances and no one else does. She's such a bright, happy girl always spreading smiles. Until she smacks me in the eye - "if your happy and you know it clap your hands *smack* - and she totally did it on purpose.
Don't know if I'm going into work tonight. I think I should just in case.
Ok, guess I'm not.
Boring. Parker's napping. I'm dreaming of what luxury it would be like to have pants that fit me for work. Instead of leaving deep red grooves all around my waist. I feel like I need to wear a belt in case the little metal clasp pops off one day. Thank God they make Dickies so durable.
Everyday is a conflict between expectations and timing. Late for this, early for this; never know what to expect. Bus came on time, speech was late, started class late, bus picked up late, Parker napped early, Berendette came on time. She's really the most constant.
So Parker's up and she definitely feels better. How much better? Not too much, but better.
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