Wordless Wednesday: March 1st, 2023
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So I managed to get this beautiful picture of Bub.
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I was not the one doing the driving when this picture was taken! As an epileptic, I do not drive. I was in the back seat with him and knew that I had seconds to get this picture when the light fell on his face in just this manner, so I seized the chance. Carpe diem… or something, as the kids say. What do Generation Z kids say?
I have finally finished writing up homeschool notes!
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Every few months, I write up notes that detail the progress that both boys make in homeschool.
The state does not require that I do so, but for the SNAP work exemption — Bub in public school would be a nightmare due to behavioral concerns alone, and that isn’t even taking his severe social anxiety into consideration, and I’m never even doing that to him — I submit these to the state every time a renewal comes up. They’re also helpful to have and keep on hand for his doctors, specialists, and therapists, that way all of us are on the same page when it comes to what each boy is working on, where they are progressing and what struggles each of them may be having. Finally having been diagnosed with ADHD and being on medication for it (guanfacine, 2mg in the morning and another 2mg at night) has made writing these notes so much easier even though I don’t think I’ll ever actually enjoy writing them in the first place. Right now, with the “school year” being three quarters of the way over (we technically do year-round though, simply… not stopping) I’m at the Spring Break section. I turn them in to the state at the… “end” of the school year.
This is always fun, and I always say this with a heaping, heavy dose of sarcasm. This will never be fun.
I had to post this picture up here as well. I did.
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I also got this picture while Monster was waiting to be seen for his sixteen-year well check-up. He returns to the doctor next month to get the second meningitis shot in that series, and Bub goes with him to get the second COVID shot since he’s over twelve years old and I’m hoping that they actually have them in stock when we return. He’s obviously gotten the first one, but these things have never been in stock when I’ve tried to get him the second one. I suppose that’s a good thing, people actually wanting to get the COVID shot…
Monster went to the doctor for his annual well visit!
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His vision is still good (I’m jealous), and everything else is still good. He got two shots while he was there.
If you’re going to talk shit about me… wait, don’t.
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Someone that I was friends with who put her hands on her estranged wife and was outed as a sexual predator by those who had been intimate with her finally realized that I had… for lack of a better way to put it, blocked her on everything (because I did, and for that reason, so I’m not even going to dispute that), and she decided to whine to someone that both of us knew claiming that I “was getting information about the abuser for the other side” when I didn’t even know until the day that I cut her out of my life what she did, which other people can vouch for, and then she has the nerve to say that I… continued to talk to my children’s fathers — who are not in their lives, who are not allowed to be in their lives — “until it was no longer convenient for me” or something. I’d like to know when it was convenient for me to have anything to do with either one of them past the point of gestation, to be honest. I’ve discussed the things that… happened on my personal Facebook because almost none of what I write there is public, and I at least like to think that I appropriately vet people. I was also consistent with this person, as I am with everyone, explaining that my current living situation does not allow me to invite people from the Internet onto the property… and this person did not seem to be comfortable with that, presumably thinking that I would make an exception for her or that an exception would be made for her when it was not my exception to make.
I like — and by that, what I really mean to say is don’t like — people assuming things about me when almost all of them are right there on my Facebook page (if we need to have this sort of conversation, you should know me well enough by now), let alone bringing my children’s fathers into something that was and continues to be not at all related to you or the issue at hand. If it’s any consolation, you’re about to join them on the short list of people that I can’t trust, who cause me concern and make me feel exceedingly uncomfortable. I’m mincing my words here. People reading this probably know just how I feel about this.