Matilda came home directly after school (an absolute rarity). I gave her a hug and we flopped on the couch. She laid her head in my lap and I covered her with a blanket and we watched Ms. Mojo videos for a bit.
She requested comfort food, specifically something I made for her and her friends years ago when I did my turn of a summer parental co-op where each parent took a turn once a week.
So I toasted a baguette and put marinara and cheese on it and ran it under the broiler for French Bread Pizza.
Then she retired to her bed where she watched comfort anime on her phone and ate Girl Scout Cookie Samoas.
All I can do is love her. But it's just hard and it's just sad, and that's where she is.
All I can do is love her. But it's just hard and it's just sad, and that's where she is.
You are doing it all right. So many hugs for both of you.
That sounds like a good comfort scenario, to the extent that anything can be.
Sorry about the iPod, Atropa. I wish Right to Repair was more of a thing.
My 80GB iPod lives in my car. Once it dies, I will disentangle my music from iTunes.
We've been alternating grey, overcast days with bright, blue sky days and the roulette wheel of weather has landed on grey again.
Therapy day for Matilda so I'm hoping that helps.
We talked some last night about how to organize her gap year. Still pretty amorphous, and we're not entirely aligned yet, but some understanding of the terrain at least.
Some days are just harder, I imagine. Even if you've been going along for a while.
I just ate Samoas, too. Samoa solidarity.
Mr. Loomycakes unearthed my OLD old original 40GB iPod, so tonight I'll connect it to my old laptop that has my iTunes library and transfer over the most important music and playlists. A stopgap solution, because I don't know how long that one will survive, either.
I am taking care of bureaucratic tasks that turn out to be not that onerous. I now have a parking pass on its way to me, a street performer permit in my bag, and good results on my cholesterol test this morning. So there. Edit: AND my A1C is OK. Not amazing, but OK.
While waiting for various other shoes to drop later this week at work, I finally found the gumption to assemble my new lawnmower today (not that it required too much assembly, which was a happy discovery). Now all I need is to buy some safety goggles and charge up the battery on a sunny day once the grass has grown long enough to mow.
When is it time to stop with #ShePersisted?Because I've been slogging hard sending out short stories and haven't been published for two years(and that was on a friendly market) I've dusted myself off a bunch, taken craft classes(But probably will never be in a position to be an MFA candidate...if I wanted to go forward, I'm not even really sure what that is.)
