I have lost my sanity, my wallet, and my ability to apply logic when dealing with a preschooler. Luckily, I found my wallet, which was ‘misplaced’ by tiny sticky fingers. As for my good friends, sanity and logic, is it possible to lose something one never had much of anyways?
Turns out all grand plans to work hard on my children’s book are on hold—possibly till after January. Considering the migraine I was getting trying to figure out technical requirements, I am kind of happy to be taking a break from it. I just can’t figure out how to shrink things in terms of megabytes and increase things in terms of dots per image.
It seems for print options, providing I get so far, I have to click on the color with bleed option. Why is it bleeding? It’s bloody alright, bloody annoying! If I have to bring in the professionals, it will cost me not only an arm and a leg but possibly a kidney and the village idiot from my hometown. I just think I’ll spare myself, and by default, my long suffering spouse, P, the drama this holiday season.
I’m banking on being brighter in 2012. I’ll figure it all out then (when my four year old, Lanes, is back in school). Now that she is officially on holiday, I’m never getting any work done any old how. I’m constantly dragged into one activity or another, and I'm unable to have a moment to myself.
I also hate to admit it, but I’m missing my nutty sister, who used to annoy me by calling twenty five times a day--so that I could stay on the line while she discussed the days grocery list with her children. She has run off to the motherland with her family to see our parental units, something my Lanes is fortunately not yet aware of.
My little one is planning on running down to Seattle to have a jolly Christmas celebration with her cousins. It’s going to be a long long day for us in Burnaby when the 25th rolls along and she discovers she only has her loving mom and dad for company.
A note for those of you who feel sorry for me, I am accepting Kit Kat bars. For now I’m just using the ‘there is still lots of days before Christmas’ excuse. Thank goodness she is still a little hazy on the concept of time (conveniently so at bed time).
Meanwhile, we are not without our usual performances. I got myself a tiny metallic purple case (yes, I know—it suited my needs but not my taste) to fit in a few credit cards and more importantly, our Care Cards (you need to have those cards swiped in whenever you go to a clinic or hospital). Not wanting to lose it in the less than savory locker room before our final swim class, I left it at home. If it fell on that floor, I wouldn't want it back!
When we returned, I was in whirlpool mode, trying to do laundry in the basement while hoping the elevator would not get stuck, cooking dinner on one side while lecturing Lanes about eating lunch on the other—the usual good stuff. I stopped short of waxing the car and reviving my aloe plant. The next morning, I realized my little ‘wallet’ was missing.
It was on Lanes’ table and she described in great detail the place she last saw it (where I put it), so I knew she had a hand (literally) in its disappearance. Since it was shiny, I kicked myself for being so careless and too tired to sort myself out.
Lanes is a lot like a magpie. If anything is sparkly, she will take it and bury it somewhere in her room. When cleaning it’s amazing the amount of pennies, Christmas ornaments and a couple of notorious times, her father’s wedding ring and car keys, can be found wedged in between rubber duckies and bed time books. If it shimmers, she will come. Somewhere out there a prom is missing its disco ball.
After much panicking on my part, and I must say, lots of praying, it was discovered buried deep in a box inside her closet. Lanes was all big eyed and her eyebrows were as high as the ceiling thinking trouble was coming, but P talked to her and an apology was issued and accepted.
She was back to her usual bouncy, chatty, food rejecting self. Her music, art and swim classes have all ended, and she spends her days excitedly awaiting the dawn of Christmas (and her alleged trip to my sister’s place).
She is also very concerned that Santa might not show up with the yoyo she so longs for (I think it’s going to end badly for my cranium if that wish is granted). Annoyed that I will not buy her a brother or sister from the supermarket, Lanes has major plans to capture Santa and have him be her play mate. Yep. Again. Long night.
While my life has revolved around Lanes, P is in negotiations with his work place, trying to figure out how they can make him permanent. I guess whatever happens, at least he has Canadian work experience now.
In other news, I’m having battles with telemarketers. Lately, some jokers keep calling and asking about the quality of my child’s education. The guy I spoke to barely spoke English, yet he managed to be rude. I was not sure if he was the real deal or part of a phone scam.
After he realized we had no kids who are going to school (meaning grade 1 and up) he wanted to know about my friends and relatives who have kids in that criteria. There was no way I was going to give out that information, but since I was busy downloading a Santa video for Lanes, I had no time to think on the fly, so I said we just moved to Canada and I had no family or friends that qualify for his survey.
Then this guy tells me he hopes that I will have a better approach to life! I told him I hope he has a better approach to the English language and hung up! He was being rude and snappish earlier and I was forcing myself to be polite and stay on the line considering tis the holiday season and all. So much for giving him the benefit of the doubt that perhaps maybe he is not a jackass but just misusing his words.
My brain is not working any more since I’m exhausted. We had a long day today with loads of errands. I finally got my wish for Pyrex dishes. I can’t believe they make me so happy. With that I’m off to have a chocolate before the song and dance I have to do to get through bedtime with Lanes. Hopefully we will have a more fun week coming up. Tidings of joy from BC next week…
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