We’re getting our Christmas tree tomorrow. Where did the time go?
It went mostly into homeschooling. I rewound a chunk of the summer curriculum because I wasn’t happy with how we covered it, and declared the week of the Fall Equinox our first official day of school. Don’t ask Seamus how he feels about that summer of first-and-half-grade, I’m sure he’s still pissed. I filed a Private School Affidavit (aka the PSA in CA homeschooling cirlces) in October during the filing period, which makes me Head of School here at The North Island School of Poetry and Power Tools. North Island is a play on both our town and last names. That was the easy part. the rest has been trying to get Seamus to engage in the material, and oh, hey, challenge himself a little. There are days he freaks out due to anxiety, and days he freaks out because he feels out of control with regards to his schooling. Underlying both are executive function deficits and the ability to socially engineer his way out of things to compensate. I’m working on the former and ignoring the latter for now, and hopefully during our quarter break I can start sketching out a long-term plan. When he engages with his work, he does kick some ass.
Tristan is flirting with potty training. By “flirting” I mean if you leave him bottomless long enough, he’ll use the potty or the toliet EVENTUALLY, but I worry that’s he’s holding his pee deliberately. He’ll pee through underpants and leave them on, so I’m sticking to naked bottom time for now, and we’ll probably move onto underpants and sitting on a potty at timed intervals closer to his birthday should this stasis continue. He loves to climb and splash in puddles and paint right now.
Patrick was laid off last month, and immediately began planning the production of his own shows, while being offered work from a few different folks. That second part astounds me. Patrick gives so much of himself to his working life and he’s mentored so many people along the way, and at times I’ve felt very cynical about it. But so many people have been excited for him, interested in working with him, or both.
I’m hanging in there. Last night I spent three hours in ER with chest/back pain, nausea, and shortness of breath. My EKG, X-ray, and labs came back normal, so it was either a)an intercostal rib injury from cleaning out a closet, or b)an anxiety attack. Neither is great, but they both beat a heart attack.