Wow. I was certain that when I ‘started’ blogging again it wouldn’t be like this. But until things improve, here’s my selfie recap including the week I skipped last week:
Things I learned this week:
It is completely impossible to take a picture looking down without a massive double chin. I actually don’t mind having my picture taken, as long as we can take 76 or so and find one that isn’t completely goofy. And I suffer from bitchy resting face.
After 6 years of parenting you think I’d grow accustomed to being constantly reminded that I don’t have a fricken clue what I’m doing. The latest shock, in a long and unbroken string of things I wasn’t prepared for as a parent, was delivered just after Christmas by one of the city’s recreation centres. It came in the form of a glossy pamphlet announcing that SUMMER CAMP registration was opening January 2nd. That’s right, it’s apparently a requirement for us to now have our summer plans carved in stone by the beginning of January. Good bye airy-fairy, devil may care summer. So long unplanned days of playing hooky. See ya later…well, you get the point. Do people actually live like this? Do they like living like this? How do they live like this?
V’s in grade one now, so her (beloved) daycare no longer provides a summer program. I’ve always known this will leave 9 long weeks to be filled with care and activities. But in my mind (where it’s always sunshine and roses) I figured this would be a spring activity, not a 2 weeks into winter one. (And while I’d love to ditch my job every summer and hang with her, the reality is that if Bill and I want to spend any time together, we’ve got ourselves a wee bit of a shortfall.)
After crying on the shoulders of some co-workers, I’ve selected an outdoor day camp (1 week) and a swim camp (2 weeks) and I’m going to do my darndest to get them booked as soon as I can. Add these to the 3 weeks I can take this summer and we’re still left with…3. Three weeks I need to find care for V. Three weeks I really don’t want to get up at the buttcrack of dawn and drive her all over hell’s half acre (while most likely forgetting her lunch 2 of the 5 days).
Here’s what I’ve looked at so far:
YMCA – Hoping to get V in their day camp for a week
Camps Canada – Looking at their 2 week swim camp
Pottery playhouse – program looks awesome, V’s too young
Diefenbunker spy camp – She SO wants to do this, but again, too young.
Dovercourt Rec – wicked looking, but would be about an hour commute every morning and evening, so it’s tier two for the moment.
So I need help. I need advice, and I need recommendations. I’m looking for programs in the west to FAAAAR west of Ottawa for 6 year olds. I’m looking for programs you’ve loved. I’m not looking for sports camps, V’s just not down with that. Arts? Sure. Drama? WONDERFUL. Math or science? AWESOME. What have you loved? What have you hated? What should I know that I don’t yet?
For a person who hates committing to anything, who isn’t fond of publicly declaring their intentions, who just isn’t that organized and who has the attention span and/or memory of a gnat, it makes perfect sense that I’d commit to blogging again, as well as doing a 365 or 2, and while I’m at it, why don’t I throw in working on my weight and fitness again?
I know, you’ve heard it before, I’m not happy and I’m lazy and I hope the weight disappears. Well let me tell you, this 365 is making it really hard to pretend those extra rolls and chins don’t exist! And while I don’t yet have a game plan (and I do have 2 last Christmas meal/get-togethers to get through this weekend) I am hoping that I’ll manage to casually catch the transformation to a healthier me by taking a picture of myself every day.
You would think too, that it doesn’t make sense that the person who missed, by 10, their Goodreads challenge goal of 50 books for 2013 would up the 2014 goal to 70 books, but there is a method to my madness. You see, these days V is asking for longer and longer chapter books for our bedtime reads, and I’ve decided that if they’re listed, I’m adding them. So be prepared for MANY Rainbow Fairy listings.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some pushups to go do.
I really can’t tell you what happened to me last year, it was an overall sucktastic year and I just got to the point where I hadn’t written in so long than I couldn’t figure out if I should again, and if I did, where I should start. And I felt weird about just picking up again without addressing it, so I just…didn’t. And then Thanksgiving passed and I didn’t post. V’s birthday, no post, Christmas, same. NYE and I didn’t do a wrap up (but if I had, it would have been along these lines). And now it’s the first day of a new year, and screw it, I’m back.
I’m kicking the past 5 months or so under the carpet, let’s just pretend they were full of witty posts and funny stories or whatever drivel I usually post and move on. I may do some catch up posts, although the thought stresses me out right now. We’ll see if I can figure it out. (I’m currently posting October pictures to my Flickr so don’t think it was just the blog that was neglected!)
In the meantime, for a person who doesn’t like committing to any sort of challenges, or following rules, I’ve somehow managed to get hooked in to #365feministselfie (not only have I never done a 365 before, but selfies? yikes) we’ll see how it goes, I’m not sure if it’ll be my terrible memory or my lack of creativity that does me in, but if I make it the full year it’ll be a frickin miracle.
Enough about me, how the hell are ya?
Wonderful, honest post by Claudia.
In case you are out of the loop, I am currently at the hospital. Been here for almost two weeks now
But not just any hospital.
I’m at the 4 North Mental Health Unit of The Ottawa Hospital, General Campus.
Yes, that’s right. I am in a physch ward.
Now, there was a time when I would rather have died than let people know I had a mental illness. THAT’S THE STIGMA.
I would have not voluntarily gone to a hospital to admit myself . THAT’S THE STIGMA.
If hospitalized, I would have lied about the cause of my hospitalization. THAT’S THE STIGMA.
Well, I know better now. I know there is no shame in having a mental illness. I know that admitting my mental illness(es) sometimes get out of control is a brave thing. I know that reaching out for support when I need it, is not only
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