End-of-year crazies

It seems like the end and beginning of each school year is just nuts. Lots of shortened days, which means I have to swizzle my work hours to pick up my girl on time. Way too many celebration and culmination activities (science fair, music night, talent show, end of year picnic– all crammed into two short weeks), and the air practically hums with my girl’s nervous energy. She churns over the unknown that the summer will bring, even though most of it will be similar to what she did last summer.

My work is also insane until at least July something-or-other, so I’m in coping mode. Heads down, just trying to “git ‘r done.” I’m sure my stress there does not help my girl be calmer, though I try very consciously to compartmentalize so it does not bleed over.

We are going to venture out in our hand-me-down RV that we’ve been slowly rehabbing all winter, taking our first real vacation since 2007. Three days camped by a river with wineries nearby. I am really looking forward to that trip!

Wish I’d had a clue about booking seaside camping a year in advance, but hopefully I’ll catch a break on that and be able to start planning for 2010, armed with the school calendar for 2009-2010. How insane does that sound? I’m not talking about a trip that requires a Visa to leave the country, just camping at the beach over the hill!

Open doors

When I returned to work in July, it was on a one-year contract. This was the only way I could work part-time. This contact was set to expire June 30.

My manager took a proposal forward to hire me on as a regular (the only part-time option I could hope for) and it didn’t get approved. Sign of the times, no new offers are being made this year, I’m told.

She then tried to get a longer-term contract in place, but it would not allow me to work part time, and there was no budget for it. I figured I would be unemployed again come July.

Yesterday, she called me in to say her up-line managers decided they could extend my contract for four months (pending HR approval). I was perplexed why this was not an option sooner, but I am so grateful for the chance to keep my job while we wait for the economy to pick up again. We’ll be going through the job offer song and dance routine again in August, but for now I know I can finally enroll my daughter in summer camp without worrying about losing the deposit money if we had to cancel the enrollment.

I believe things tend work out for the best. Sometimes I find it’s hard to keep that faith when doors keep closing. I’m happy to have the next six months to see what the future will bring.

Bullying

My daughter began getting bullied in school a few weeks ago. This is in first grade, by a girl in her class.

If you ever held the belief that girls were sugar, spice and everything nice, you’ve never spent much time around groups of girls older than 4 years. I swear, some of the controlling, power trip behaviors I saw coming out at that age were frightening! I thought we’d have until Jr. high before we had to think about that crap.

As for the bullying, we are glad that she goes to a zero-tolerance school. It is absolutely NOT okay in any form. EVER. The teacher has been helping coach both children, and I also met with my daughter and the other girl and her family a week ago to discuss what has been happening.

I think we were able to get some things out in the open, and set some agreements about behavior and expectations. It has been two days back at school since this meeting, and so far, so good. I really got a good feeling from the other family and have a lot of respect for how sensitively they helped to work things out.

The unfortunate thing I’ve seen is once you show kids your weak spot, more will jump on board. Today, she was bullied by four boys! Give me an effing break!!

I was constantly teased as a child, so I am hyper sensitive to this. It breaks my heart that she’s dealing with it, too. My hair was red (WAY before it became kewl to have red hair), and I was always the new kid because we moved a lot. My girl is pretty normal in nearly every other way, except she frequently doesn’t read social cues correctly and she is really sensitive. This makes it hard to develop and keep friendships.

I am hoping we can find ways to help her assert her worth and right for protection from such behaviors, and also learn to ignore the minor stuff. I never thought we’d have to deal with this kind of stuff in first grade.

Happy Wiister!

We had a nice weekend with family. Can you guess what the Easter Bunny brought? (I am not ashamed that I was definitely more excited than the kids!)

Sibling hug

Charming Boy closeup

Miracle Girl loooves her dress!

Miracle Girl loooved her dress!

Practicing Vanna

Channeling Vanna

Silly clowns

It’s more fun to clown around that smile for the camera….

Looking in the grass

Posing

"It's the Easter Bunny!"

“Mommy, it’s the Easter Bunny!!!”

He did not let go of his loot bag ALL DAY

He did not let go of his Easter loot ALL DAY!

Charming Boy

Happy Wiister!

Happy Wiister!

Other plans

As motivated as I was to change blog platforms and revamp the image, I now find myself conversely and wholly uninspired. I hardly know where to start. I had been feeling for a while like I should shed the infertile/pregnancy loss skin, and needed to allow my online self to morph into a new existence. However, what I came up with is basically Mommy Blogger, and that just makes me cringe. Please bear with me as I evolve here, and find a way to be within the Internets that strikes a balance between the past, present and future me.

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Life in chez moi has been pretty dicey this past month. My girl has been hell on wheels. Six “and a half!” years old and already experimenting with full-on screaming, door-slamming tantrums. Oy! Charming Boy has been decidedly two, with “I DO IT!” his eternal catch phrase. Both have had hair-trigger tempers that flare with the slightest provocation. Between that and trying to justify my existence at work so I can get a more permanent job offer come June 30 when my current contact expires, I’ve been left frazzled and completely done in by the evening (my favorite time to blog).

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And if that were not enough, we were very much looking forward to a visit from my Mom this Friday, when Life intervened. Her father passed away suddenly yesterday afternoon. In the big picture it is a blessing, as his wish to not linger was granted quite expediently.

We have this odd karmic death thing going on, as twice before she’s newly arrived for a visit, only to have a major family member suddenly die and she both times needed to return home immediately. This time, the death was before her trip, so at least she is spared the yo-yo effect.

I am so saddened for her, as it was her last living parent and she will no longer be part of the “sandwich generation.” For me, I will miss the grandpa who gave me my red hair and was the last glue holding together the extended family via weekly Sunday lunches. The mantle passes to the next generation.

I have no living grandparents now, only my Mom and aunts and uncles. It makes me want to clutch them close and not let go; life as we know it is so very fleeting.

We are all evolving on many fronts. I will be heading to Wyoming for the funeral this week, and my dear husband will be holding down the fort with the various school pick ups and drop offs, and possibly an entire weekend with them all to himself (I am very grateful and proud of the grace with which he has made my trip back home possible).

I’ve said it before, and no doubt will again: “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” (Thank you, John Lennon.) May the Universe grant me the enlightenment to continue to boldly plan, yet bow to change when life turns me– and those I love– in other directions.

Car seat churn

Just fixed a problem with viewing posts and creating comments. Let me know if it works now, please. :)

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Have you heard that car seats expire? There is a guideline that you must replace child safety car seats every six to eight years (manufacturers can tell you the longevity for your seat). While I intellectually understand the reasons (plastics break down more quickly in the extreme environment of a car, harness straps wear out, safety labels fade, and therefore safety can be compromised– and I would ALWAYS choose the safety of my children over the “chance” it could be fine), my knee-jerk reaction was that it’s just another way to get us to shell out. Again. Probably it’s just that the seats I prefer (Britax) are hella expensive, though based on my experience with other brands, they are totally worth it. I (wrongly) assumed that I’d be using the same seat, barring any accidents (fingers crossed), for each of our kids.

I was surprised when I saw Britax has almost entirely new lineup of convertible seats. I had to start from scratch learning about the new models as I made comparisons.

The new Britax Advocate CS incorporates side airbags into the seat! That is a really intriguing choice for us, since 1999 Sienna has front airbags but no side airbags. The car seat’s airbags are not the igniting airbags you’re probably familiar with, but rather similar to air-filled rubber balloons that absorb side impact, and even help protect the passenger next to the carseat. They have been tested to be very effective. Supposedly available in February 2009, which should have been by… today. Harumph.

One attractive thing about buying a newly-released seat is that it won’t have been sitting around on a retailer’s shelf for 12 months, reducing the useful lifespan (I just saw a Marathon on sale on Amazon for $200, but who knows how old it really is?) And with Charming Boy just hitting a whopping 24 pounds on a 34.5″ frame at 32 months old, let’s face it: he’s gonna need one of these for a LONG time.

I’m curious if you’ve heard of them? We currently have a Roundabout (two years left) and a Marathon (expiring), and I’m trying to decide if the Advocate or the Boulevard is the better choice for us. Do you have any opinions, knowledge, or experience with this?

A fresh start

Thank you for your thoughts regarding hubby’s grandparents. We keep on plugging along, as does my mom-in-law who is coping fairly well despite the outrageous circumstances.



With so much change, it only seemed fitting to try on a new look, as well as run amok with new blogging software.

I appreciate your patience as I iron out a few wrinkles (and welcome your feedback if you spot something amiss).

Elder care abuse

We have been dealing with a really crappy situation for the last 2 years with my hubby’s grandparents. Both are in their 80s, and until recently were living in their own home. They originally had a pair of caretakers who came in to help change Grandma, get her into her wheelchair, run basic errands, cook meals, refill pill boxes, etc.

Then, Grandpa chose just one of those women to take over the caregiving. She moved into their home, bringing her daughter and infant granddaughter along. That was the first in a series of really unprofessional actions that unravelled their whole lives. It has progressed into a textbook case of elder financial fraud.

Soon after this arrangement began, my sister-in-law discovered $20,000 on credit card statements in recent purchases at places like Victoria’s Secret and jewelry stores. Grandma never wore any of these new jewels, and we had our suspicions that neither was she wearing the lingerie (she relies on Depends for goodness sakes!). The caretaker eventually admitted that she had let things run into excess by buying personal items using their credit cards, but that she was aware of the problem and would not let it happen again. Grandpa had apparently condoned these purchases, because he now thought of these people as his family (which is hilarious, because at any point previous in his life, he never would have simply given money to any actual family member, nor spent so lavishly).

It progressed to the point where the caretaker cleaned out all of their accounts, had powers of attorney in her name, opened accounts at other financial institutions to hide the money flow, and brainwashed Grandpa into believing the family was out to take everything from him and put them into a nursing home.

Sadly, that is now exactly where they have landed. Grandma and Grandpa’s electricity was turned off due to lack of payment. There was a stack of bills on their table of all the utilities and other bills that have remained unpaid for months. There was no money left in any accounts the family knew of, and they had NO money to buy food. The only car they had owned had long ago been traded for two newer (heavily-financed) cars by the caretaker; one was reposessed, the other was “loaned to a friend” by the caretaker, and the caretaker was now gone for days at a time.  We discovered that she was bipolar (off her meds now), and a former addict who was supposedly attending daily meetings.

The state intervened on Grandma’s behalf, and removed her from the home the day the electricity was turned off. After over a year of us trying to get the Adult Protective Services/Elder Abuse unit to take action, it took things devolving to this horrible point before anyone– including state authorities– could do anything. Grandpa is legally allowed to spend their money and hire help as he sees fit until there is clear evidence that he is consistently making endangering choices. The state and even a family physician will not declare someone incompetent until it is rampantly, consistently clear that they are basically an invalid and they are permanently unable to make valid financial decisions. The caretaker made sure she answered questions for Grandpa during his doctor visits, and he learned to always deferred to her.

To this day, Grandpa still defends the caretaker and won’t admit that anything is wrong. From what little we know at this time, she bilked them of their entire life savings (over $500K), and they no longer have any means of supporting themselves. The money is completely GONE. The D.A. in the county can’t/won’t prosecute with all the evidence we have collected now that my mom-in-law has been granted custodianship.

The sad thing is: Grandpa blames the family for removing Grandma from the home, even though we were legally powerless to do anything on their behalf while this situation developed. APS got involved due to the caretaker’s inattention and the no-electricity situation, so they assumed care for her. Grandpa refuses to accept that we were always trying to protect them from the very outcome he so dreaded. Now, the only way we can protect them both from this abuser is to put them somewhere with controlled access that can still meet their physical needs. You guessed it…. a nursing home. Grandma is too weak for home care.

I hope that if you have a family member involved in an outside-your-home elder care situation, you insist on contracting with a licensed, bonded caretaker agency. Quite a hassle and potentially expensive? Perhaps.

I assure you, the financial cost will come nowhere close to the compounded emotional and financial toll a disaster of this magnitude imparts across every generation in a family. It is scary when an elderly person’s mind stops working rationally, and they have already given all control to a person who does not have their best interests at heart. I saw it happen with my Dad, and again with Grandma and Grandpa. Such fraud is one of the most despicable crimes a person can commit to an otherwise trusting, needy, adult individual, and you will find that the law, unfortunately, is NOT on your side should things turn ugly.

PSA: Auto tires

I just went outside in the dark with a flashlight to inspect all our car tires.

What would cause me to do this? A 20/20 report alerting drivers to the danger of driving on tires older than six years of age. While you might remember exactly when you bought the tires (or purchased the car new), you won’t know exactly when the tires were manufactured.

I was surprised that our 2005 Prius’s tires had four different manufacture dates– one of which was six months AFTER we bought the car new. Did the dealer swap it out during a routine service? We’ll probably never know.

You can easily determine your tire’s age.

While were on the topic, please also make a point of checking your tires’ inflation. My Mom is one smart cookie; she always taught me to check tire pressure on cold tires, and to always make sure the inflation was correct for the vehicle requirements and tire specs. Mom knows best!

I hope you find this information as useful as I did.

Free at last!

“Free at last!  Free at last!  Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!” – Dr. Martin Luther King

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For the longest time, year heaped upon everlasting year, I have waited for 12:36 p.m. on Tuesday, January 20. This marks the time when our current President and his wife will be escorted from the East plaza in a helicopter. I view it as the much-anticipated ending to a unconscionable era in our country’s journey.

As much as I have anticipated Mr. Bush’s exit, once Barack Obama became our President-elect, I have even more eagerly awaited his inauguration at 11:56 a.m.

I believe he is the most qualified candidate for what has always been one of the hardest public service jobs around. However, given what he faces, the job promises to be monumentally more rigorous and challenging.

I have waiting eight long, painful years for this day. I am equally willing to extend my patience for this incredible new President-elect. I have faith in his competence, perseverance, and overwhelming intelligence. I believe he is uniquely able to help bring this country back from the brink of the oblivion.

I do not expect an overnight miracle. After all, it took nearly a decade to get into this recession, and almost as long to become permanently entrenched in a war that simultaneously grotesquely eroded the American image in eyes of the International community.

All I ask for is a best effort, and patience from the media. I think that for Obama, his best effort will be astounding, amazing, and totally worth the wait.