I should have freakin known that these things come in threes cos it’s like the law or something

Filed under Health, Kids by Mistress B on 9, March 2010 at 7:44 am 3 comments

Honestly.

*smacks self*

I really should have known better than to not realise that there would be a third.

I picked the kids up from school yesterday and Lou jumps in the car (well bouncy but somewhat reserved 16 year old girl type jump not enthusiastic, limbs flailing everywhere 10 year old boy type jump) and shoves her finger in my face.

“Mum! Mum!  It hurts, it really hurts!!”

Her pinky finger was quite swollen. It didn’t look dislocated, but the little amount of movement she had combined with the pain she was in made me wonder about a possible break. Lou has a very high pain tolerance; for her to complain meant serious pain so off to the doctor’s surgery we went.

She got injured during first period yesterday morning. Playing dodge ball during PE. With the year 10 boys. The teacher in charge only decided that the boys were a bit rough and decreed that they had to roll the ball along the ground below knee height AFTER not just Lou but THREE of the girls were injured (and yes I’ll be taking that up with the school tomorrow).

Then she had music where her teacher insisted that she practice her piano performance piece with said sore finger. It wasn’t until lunchtime that she managed to get to the office to get an icepack.

The doctor sent us down for x-rays and luckily they couldn’t see an obvious break so it looks like just a bad sprain. Her finger is now in a splint and thankfully it’s her left hand not her right which is the one that she writes with.

However, she still won’t be able to practice the piano for a few days at least – the doctor thinks possibly a week or more -  and that is not going to help her prepare for her upcoming performance which is an assessment task that counts towards her school certificate. I might have to talk to the school about that too – to see if she can have the task put off for as long as it takes for her finger to heal so she isn’t disadvantaged by her injury. I should have thought to get a medical certificate while we were there yesterday.

*shakes head*

Well that’s three. That had better be the last of it for a while!!

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In addition to broken toes we also have torn ligaments

In the 13 year old’s foot.

Specifically off her big toe on the same side which had the broken ankle.

She swears she doesn’t know how it happened, was just stretching her feet out one night and heard a crack. I think she’s cracked if she thinks I’ll buy that.

CJ had last Friday off school to go to the doctors to get all checked out. I sent PSLS with her with a note to the doctor outlining the major points so neither of the two accident prone doofuses would forget anything pertinent.

She was told pretty much the same thing he was – rest, ice, elevation – with the addition of anti inflammatory gel to rub into the area.

So why was I yelling at them on Saturday when they should have both had their arses parked on the lounge with their feet up and various combinations of icepacks, gels and whatnot in place?

Because they were running around the house having a tea towel war!

Up and down the hall, in and out the front door, arond the house, in and out of the bedroom where I was trying to study, jumping over beanbags, up and down stairs, … shakes head.

Apparently to make anyone rest injured limbs around here you have to chain then to the lounge.

You’d think she would have learnt after the whole spraining her good ankle while her broken ankle was still in plaster while playing chasies with her brother outside last year, but NOOOOOO

There will be no sympathy from me the next time they hurt themselves I tell you!!

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The fly that broke the love slaves toe…

The most extraordinary thing happened a fortnight ago…

PSLS was standing on the back porch having a smoke (because while addicted he is responsible). It was a Saturday morning and most of the household were awake even if they weren’t quite up and about yet.

Then a fly began to annoy him by buzzing around his lower legs and feet. We’ve been getting a lot of little flies lately. You know? The ones that seem to stick to you.

So he kicked it.

Well, okay, he didn’t kick it, but he flicked his leg trying to shoo the fly and the outside of his foot happened to catch the metal leg of a nearby chair.

End result, a broken toe and a love slave in agony.

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He was in so much agony that he spent the next two days telling me how he now knows ‘exactly how I feel’ when I break a toe (cos I do that occasionally) looking for some sympathy.

I eventually took pity on him and managed to convince him to let me take him to casualty where they gave him a certificate for a week off work and some decent pain relief (after telling him exactly all the things I had – rest, ice, elevation). Hubs has to wear steel capped boots for work when he’s unloading his truck and there was no way that toe as going in those boots.

Now I suppose I should inform you at this stage of the tale that panadiene forte make my man pet as high as a kite…

The week that ensued was every wife’s worst nightmare as my beloved’s favourite past-time of lazing on the lounge watching dvd’s became too monotonous even for him and in his drug induced high he started looking to relieve the boredom… by becoming my shadow. :|

I’d be sitting on the bed with the laptop and look up to find him grinning stupidly at me for no apparent reason, I’d get home from running an errand to the most enthusiastic embraces and welcomes I’d ever gotten, and I had a lot of conversations that made little sense. He was even chatting jibberish to me in his sleep!

I was ever so relived when the kids would get home from school and he’d demand to look at all their school work, check their homework and start hassling them about their chores so that he’d leave me alone for a bit LOL

And then as soon as his medical leave finished he started a week’s holiday :|

No longer high, but still a bit too sore to want to do much around the house or yard and still very definitely bored.

Hell, he was so bored he figured out how to thread my four spool overlocker all on his own for entertainment!

He went back to work this morning. He’s off to the lovely state of South Australia today. I had to laugh at him telling me this morning that that after nine years of driving he’s only now a ‘real truckie’ because he was wearing socks with thongs (hey, he doesn’t have to drive in his boots), something I have NEVER seen him do before! LOL

I dropped him off, kissed him goodbye and am sitting at home enjoying the peace.

I love my husband but…. he’d better not EVER kick another fly!

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Simple Pleasures Sunday

Some prints from my final submission for my print making unit

The simple pleasure is in completion.

These first three are from a series of prints taken from collograph plates. I was looking at seasonal change and we had to somehow include text in our printed image. I chose to include one word that described both the season and the image in each of my prints.

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The plate for the first print was created using skeletonised leaves, the second using pieces of bark and twigs, the third using silk flowers and raffia ribbon.

Our final project was to create an artists book… and they did not mean for us to print off some pictures to turn into a book. We were to redefine the nature of the book and incorporate it into our art.

I was continuing with exploring natural forces like seasonal change so added in elemental forces like rain, wind and drought for my final print series. I chose to create a dice for my artists book. Books, to me, tell stories in a sequential manner; natural events while cyclic can also be random, so I felt that a dice was an appropriate choice for telling a story – each cycle ends up being different.

The images were produced using a combination of lino cut for the basic tree/mother nature figure shape and monotype print processes to create the differences in the backgrounds.

Drought Breaker

Summer growth

Winter Moon

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Autumn Wind

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Mother Natures Dice

Mother Nature's Dice

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Pets

We think we can be reasonably sure…

that ‘Bubbles’ is a boy.

Why?

Well I’m glad you asked.

Firstly because he’s just plain strange… ;)

(forgive the poor video quality -- they were taken using my mobile)

Secondly because he attempts to dominate everything in the yard -- duck, chooken, dog, cat -- makes no difference.

(this was taken AFTER he spent a good five minutes chasing Lucy all over the yard)

And we think he may have attempted to ravish the dog…

You be the judge!

:|

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Family

WTF?

Was talking to one of TJ’s teachers the other day. He had of course announced to all and sundry that we were moving and I thought I should explain that it wouldn’t be till late this year.

I had a conversation with this same teacher the week before about  TJ’s tendency to worry about lots of things and blow me down if she didn’t turn TJ’s talking about moving into a ‘worry’ topic and told me I probably should tell him we are going until the day before. WTF?

We’ve been talking with our kids about it now precisely TO give the two children who worry PLENTY of time to get used to the idea before it happens so it’s not such a big thing.

Besides, the kids are ten, thirteen and almost sixteen now. Neither hubs nor myself feel that it’s fair to up and move without them having any input into the discussions. I could understand the suggestion if they were still one, four and six, but not at the ages they are now.

Anyhow, so far the bratlings have come up with the following list of demands desires

  • a house with a swimming pool
  • a house with built in wardrobes
  • easy access to a ten pin bowling centre
  • dance lessons
  • close to the town swimming pool
  • close to lots of shops
  • cannot be a smaller town than where we live now (population around 10,000)

So we just need to find a house that we can afford with a swimming pool and built in wardrobes, a ten pin bowling alley over the back fence, a dance studio around the corner, the town swimming pool around the other corner and within a block or two of the CBD.

In whatever ‘larger-than-here’ town we end up choosing of course.

They don’t want much! LOL

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Still here!

Big things are afoot in the household of the Mistress.

PSLS work situation has descended from okayish to craptacular and doesn’t look like picking back up again anytime soon. He’s stayed where he is so long because while the money is on the low side for what he does, the trade off is more time at home that the average truckie gets. But. Furniture orders have dropped off considerably with the economic downturn and don’t look like increasing again any time soon. When you get paid for how many kilometres you drive each week, the loss of orders is never a good thing. Besides he doesn’t want to be a truck driver forever.

Meantime I have realised that even though I can do behavioural sciences through Open Universities Australia, their course isn’t accredited with the relevant professional body. As for other health related areas, they aren’t even delivered by distance education. I can’t do what I want to do by distance ed. Even settling on a degree that can be partially delivered by distance, I will still need to do some residential study and we are nowhere near the campuses that offer the courses I am interested in.

Having me be hours away from home for residential schools and hubs away half the week driving trucks does not work with raising children.

Meantime Lou is in year 10 this year. The school all our kids attend is a K-10 central school and won’t be offering Years 11 & 12 for at least another five years. We don’t want to send our kids to the (one) local public high school for their senior years as it’s not very good, but living in the country, our options are limited without forcing our kids to spend hours of every day on a bus travelling to and fro. And we are having problems accessing services for Lou. The demand for counselling services in our area is so high that we can only see her psychologist once every 4 – 6 weeks. It’s not consistent enough to be of much help to a teen struggling to manage their anxiety. The only way we can get her seen if she has a bad anxiety attack is to contact the emergency mental health team, which again does not provide her with consistency as they will only help in a crisis, not long term.

So we are contemplating a BIG move to a larger centre with uni campuses, more schools to choose from, more employment opportunities for PSLS, more access to services for Lou and more stuff to do for all of the kids.

It won’t be happening till later this year, but it’s taking everyone some getting their heads around and we still have a lot of research to do yet on where exactly we want to go. But at this stage we are thinking somewhere in Victoria. We’ll be taking some weekend trips over the next few months to explore our options.

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I’m excited!!

I’m going to be off on another adventure!

I haven’t moved towns or states since I moved home from QLD with Lou when she was 6 months old.

I love my home town, it’s a great place for young families, but it was never our dream to spend the rest of our lives here. It’s time to take the next step on our life’s journey and that will be later this year with this move. I can’t wait!

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I have my very own ninja in training!!

Kelley would be so proud!

Seriously.

TJ started Martial Arts training yesterday. His age group are called ‘Secret Ninjas’. Is that cool or what?

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He was a bit reluctant at first, because he didn’t know what he was meant to do, but after a little while he got his confidence up, started to really get into what he was doing and had a great old time kicking the shit out of the bag one of the other kids was holding.

He then spent the evening practising his moves and showing off for his sisters.

We thought Martial Arts might be good to help develop his confidence, self control and coordination. We especially hope it helps him feel confident to defend himself if any of the bullying he’s sometimes subjected to gets physical as the boys involved get older. He has been given strict warnings not to use his new moves to intimidate his sisters or else suffer the wrath of mum, who has a few ninja moves of her own… ;)

The only problem is that their martial arts gear is white, not black. I may have to make him some black ones for sneaking around the house doing secret ninja-ry things! LOL ;)

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I was Kidnapped!

sort of.

Okay.

Not really.

But I could have been!!

By one of my friends who lives in Young. We went over for her daughter’s 18th birthday party and ended up staying for 4 nights. And lets just say that there was lots of booze and lots of cake. For breakfast, lunch and tea. ;) lol

But now I’m back (from outer space) and tis time to get back to routine, ready for back to school on Thursday. Ho hum.

What you all been up to?

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We have a kleptomaniac in the house…

And her name is Lucy(fer)

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If you have it, she has to have it.

And I’m not just talking the usual doggy stuff like everything you eat or drop.

I’m talking about other stuff – like everyone’s socks… which she then buries in the beanbags.

Or CJ’s hairbands…which she pulls out of CJ’s hair.

Or everyone’s small stuffed animals…which are hidden all over the house.

Or the baby/toddler toys that were out for my niece to play with…that we found buried under the lounge cushions.

Or my dusters….which are found in random places all over the house.

Or our undies….which are often found with the socks.

Or the teatowels from the kitchen.

Or anything out of the kitchen really.

Or tissues… She loves tissues. She loves to rip them to pieces and leave them on my bed.

Or TJ’s matchbox cars that he was playing quietly with in the sandpit yesterday only to start yelling indignantly when the pup started knicking off with them to bury in the garden.

Or the freaking trivial pursuit pieces which she stole by climbing up onto the lounge, jumping across onto the dining table where we were playing and then scooping up into her mouth before anyone could react!

Fortunately hubby was able to scoop it back out of her mouth before she could either swallow or bury it (in the beanbags).

We need to start nailing everything down!

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