Again

My daughter hit me today.

Right in the face. Knocked my glasses clean off.

It’s the first time she’s hit me since we started the diet. We’ve been off it for about a month.

At home, when I am shopping and preparing food, we still follow it. But when we’re out and about, or she’s with other people, or my husband is shopping, we don’t.

I know it’s not necessarily related. She’s tired. It’s the first day back at school after a long break. Vision therapy makes afternoons challenging. I understand that correlation isn’t causation.

And yet… we’ve been off the diet for a month, and my daughter hit me today.

Sometimes you don’t realize how strong a force hope is, until it starts slipping away.

How to Save on a Holiday Calendar in 27 Steps

STEP 1: Learn of great Black Friday deals at your friendly neighborhood internet picture-present maker.

STEP 2: Determine you can, despite all odds, pull together a calendar in 48 hours.

{STEP 2.5: Wonder when you’re going to fucking remember to have this calendar shit ready before Thanksgiving!!!}

STEP 3: Remember that you haven’t moved photos from your phone to your camera in HELLA DAYS (actually, almost a year).

STEP 4: Try to sync phone to computer, only to be advised that the OS update you recently preformed on your phone (so your reader would stop crashing) has rendered your phone incompatible with iTunes because your iTunes is out of date. Try to update iTunes only to be advised that the operating system on your computer is so old it can’t support the latest version of iTunes. Remember that your currently running 10.6.8, while the newest OS is 10.11.1. Freak out that your are almost FIVE FULL VERSIONS BEHIND.

STEP 5: Curse a lot. Throw shit. Curse some more.

STEP 6: Ask your husband for help.

STEP 7: Feel wave of relief when you realize yours is quite literally the oldest OS that can still be updated to El Capitan. Start downloading software.

STEP 8: Wait HELLA DAYS (actually 45 minutes). Grade papers. Watch shitty TV.

STEP 9: Let computer restart.

STEP 10: Wait HELLA DAYS (actually 24 minutes). Grade more papers. Eat leftover brie. Tell husband he isn’t getting any tonight. (Sorry honey!)

STEP 11: Feel immense wave of relief when computer actually seems to be working. Try to open Photos. Let Photos update its library.

STEP 12: Wait HELLA DAYS (actually… well I’m not sure, I went to bed.)

STEP 13: Go the fuck to sleep at 1:30am.

STEP 14. Wake up and see if Photos is working. It is! Hurrah! Try to connect phone. Find it is not recognized, then is recognize but photos aren’t downloading. Browse many support forums. Curse the useless piece of software that is Photos. Eventually give up and use Image Capture.

STEP 15: Transfer 4,563 photos.

STEP 16: Wait HELLA DAYS (actually 15 minutes). Make pancakes. Almost burn pancakes multiple times as you check progress of transfer.

STEP 17: Start culling 4,563 photos for best shots. Realize this is going to take a while. Parent your children all day.

STEP 18: Continue culling 4,563 photos on the elliptical. Remember how little your son looked a year ago. Marvel at how much attitude your five-year-old daughter exudes.

STEP 19: Upload 216 best shots of 2015 to friendly neighborhood internet picture-present maker. Tell yourself you can totally put together this calendar in two hours. Ask husband to make the cashew milk.

STEP 20: Make calendar.

STEP 21: Preview calendar.

STEP 22: Order calendar for self, both sets of grandparents and sister-in-law with 13 minutes to spare. Save $70.

STEP 23: Finish making cashew milk (Why can’t husband manage this?! It’s not that hard!)

STEP 24: Realize you forgot to write something and missed your first daily post of NaBloPoMo on the penultimate day.

STEP 25: Put one up an hour late, because no one’s counting and no one cares.

STEP 26: Go the fuck to sleep.

STEP 27: Hope you didn’t forget anyone important’s birthday.

#Truth

You guys, 50 Shades of Grey is a truly awful movie. Just so, so bad.

{In happier news I was finally forced to update just updated my OS from 10.6.8 to El Capitan (10.11.1) and my computer still works! Woot!}

 

Vision Therapy

Last Saturday we had our first vision therapy appointment. (Have I mentioned how thankful I am that the office is a 10 minute bus ride from our house, and that they have therapy appointment on Saturdays?!) We met with an OT who had reviewed our file thoroughly. She showed me the exercises we’d be doing at home and explained the purpose of each. Then she introduced me to the vision therapy software we would be using, showed me how to set it up and had my daughter play a few games. Finally, she sent us home with a prescription of 20-25 minute of vision therapy a day.

On Sunday we attempted our first in-home vision therapy. It consists of three exercises: “eye push-ups,” “flip reading,” and two 3-D games on the computer (called “Base In” and “Base Out”).

Eye push-ups require me to hold a tongue compressor with a sticker at the top in front of my daughter and slowly move it toward her. She tells me when she starts to see double and then I pull it back until she tells me that she can once again focus on the image. Then I hold it there for five seconds while she works to maintain the single image. To make this more fun we use a sound effects app on my phone so she can alert me with laser guns and animals sounds.

Flip reading is just ten minutes of reading, except that my daughter has to hold a stick with four lenses up to her eyes and flip the set of lenses she looks through with each page. The best part about this exercise is that she’s getting A TON of reading practice and she doesn’t seem to mind it that much.

The 3-D exercises are on the computer (which is now equipped with some pricey software) and require those old school blue and red 3-D glasses. Both the “Base In” and “Base Out” games require her to hit a target on the screen, which gets harder to see as she hits it faster and with greater accuracy. If she starts missing the target, it becomes easier again. “Base In” requires her eyes to converge to see the target and “Base Out” requires them to diverge to see the target.

Each exercise is challenging in its own way. At the end of the 25 minutes she is exhausted. We’ve been doing vision therapy diligently every day for a week now but I haven’t noticed any improvements. Her “Base In” and “Base Out” scores have remained steady (or actually gotten worse) and I swear she’s seeing double more quickly (or farther away) than she was before. The eye push-ups make me feel the most defeated; the goal is for her to see double about an inch from her face and right now it’s happening at about 18-20 inches.

I know it’s only been a week and I didn’t expect to see improvements so soon, but every day we work together I’m reminded of how far we have to go. It’s not like it’s easy to get a Kindergartener to spend 25 precious minutes at home at the end of the day doing something she hates; even with the full on bribery of $1 every time she does vision therapy and $2 every time she does it with a good attitude, she still loathes it. I’m also struggling to find a way to keep my 2-year-old engaged for such a long time (he loves watching Daniel Tiger but he still needs check-ins frequently), and still get dinner on the table at a reasonable hour while fitting this 25 block into our evening (it was recommended that we not wait until before bedtime because that is when she is most tired and her eyes are most fatigued). Oh, and some days, when she hasn’t finished her two pages at after care, we still have to fit in homework.

So that is vision therapy. It’s hard. It sucks. It feels like these 12 weeks will never be over. But we’re lucky that this week was a short one at school and two of the weeks will be over Christmas break; it’s so much easier to have a positive vision therapy experience when school isn’t killing a huge portion of the day.

And of course there is the cost. I think that $3K I wanted to use to pay my school loans off will be used exclusively to cover these 12 weeks of appointments. The initial consult and the first therapy appointment (where we paid for software) together cost $800, and each additional therapy appointment is $180 so yeah, there goes my $3K. But at least I have it, and for that I’m incredibly grateful. Mostly I’m just so relieved that we caught this early and are helping our daughter; I would hate for her to have negative associations with school and reading because of something that could be remedied.

Cold Hands

It’s 20 minutes to 12:00. Thanksgiving is over. I’m sitting on my couch, grading papers, trying not to let the train wreck that is 50 Shades of Grey distract me too much. 

It’s so freaking cold. My hands are freezing.

Obliged

At this point I feel like the only post I can put up is about what I’m thankful for. And I am thankful for so much, but I don’t feel much like writing about it right now. So I won’t. But I’m obliged to write something, so this will have to do. 

Sometimes we can’t bring our A game, no matter how hard we try. 

Have a happy turkey day!

The Cycle Continues

Last night much frustration and resentment that I’d been trying to keep to myself bubbled over and said a bunch of shit in entirely the wrong way and now I’m the bitch who loses her shit and he doesn’t have to think about his part in any of this and I’m just so fucking tired of our sad, tired, unproductive cycle.

We really need some outside help, because I don’t know how to broach these tender, entrenched issues effectively, but we absolutely can’t afford therapy.

And so our sad, tired, unproductive cycle will continue. I wonder how long we both will last?

I am thankful for…

The other day my daughter left her blankie at home and we didn’t notice until her class was walking into the school. When she realized she didn’t have it, her face crumpled and she started to wail. I knew that without her blankie she’d have a really hard day. 

So I drove home, grabbed it, and high tailed it all the way back to her school. I had to park and run in to give it to her. When she saw me in the doorway with her beloved blankie, her tear stain face looked so relieved. 

The whole ordeal took long enough that I was nerve-wrackingly close to being late for work. When I picked her up from after care, I fished a bit for a thank you, but the one I got didn’t seem very appreciative. I lamented the fact that being a mom was a rather thankless job. 

A few days later I found a paper crumpled up in the bottom of her backpack. “I am thankful for mi mom.” Was scrawled below a picture of me bringing my daughter her blankie. 
Yes I cried. 

Maybe parenthood isn’t so thankless after all.