Sore Muscle
Hold out your hand. Now, move your thumb back and forth. See that muscle in between your thumb and your other fingers? Yeah. That muscle is totally killing me. I do believe my hand applique obsession needs to take a break.
In other news, I am trying to do a total mind shift about our lives without getting excited about anything. There’s a town out in Virginia where we could buy a decent single family home for less than we can buy a townhome here. Do we want to live in this town? I have no idea. The prices are sure a lot better than in California, though.
Upside: big house
Downside: no friends
I’m already going crazy enough trying to figure out what to do with Erik in the afternoons. If I have no friends and no social calendar, what will I do with him in the mornings? Wait. Mornings are gym time. Must check and see if that town has BodyPump.
Am I obsessed or what?
We had our co-op preschool today and I am so torn. On the one hand, Erik likes all the kids there. On the other hand, they are all quite a bit younger than him and he is at a totally different cognitive and social level. Why oh why can’t I find him some friends his own age? I’m not saying he is a genius, or anything like that. I’m just saying he is older and he is WAY more social. Way way way. Example: a guy about my age was waiting for the afternoon train today. He said hi to us, we said hi to him. Erik started chasing him all over the train platform and tried to climb up his leg.
I guess it doesn’t hurt him, but it hurts me to see him so ready for more social stimulation and not getting it.
Speaking of his development, he suddenly has an imaginary friend. Someone shoot me now. It would be cute if it was a monster or puppy or Noggin character or random kid. But no. His imaginary friend is MY SISTER. He talks to her constantly. I admit, it’s cute but. . . really? He really had to pick her of all people? For the newcomers, my sister is a nut job. I love her because she’s my sister and we talk on the phone quite often because we both have kids we can discuss, but we have nothing in common. We are night and day. She is. . . ugh. Herself. And my son loves her. I’m glad, of course. It’s just very unexpected.
Why am I still awake, staring at the internet? I need bed. I need to rest my thumb muscle. That kind of sounds dirty.
September 2nd, 2008 at 10:10 pm
Oh man. I’d totally opt for the house as opposed to townhouse. Assuming Mike’s job can move. I know it sucks to lose all your friends (at least in the sense you can’t drop by for a visit) but you’ll keep in touch and make new ones if you move. Can’t tell ya what to do about the gym though. I agree it’s pretty essential. =)
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September 3rd, 2008 at 2:52 pm
It’s no big secret that I’m not a gym goer. But I understand how it’s a huge part of your life and you should definitely take that into consideration when you move. I didn’t have anyone here as a support system when my kids were small. I met a few moms when missyB was in preschool and we hung out together when the kids were in school and sometimes had playdates when they were out of school. I’ve met four other moms last year when mrE was in kindergarten. We love hanging out together and I’m finding my stride in the social circle. I’ve also met some great knitting friends. Wonder if you can hook up with fellow quilters (I used to be part of my city’s quilt guild for several years). I think you’re right in thinking Erik needs more social interaction that is appropriate for his age. Both my kids loved older kids - they responded well to more mature attitudes and language. “Little kids” would irritate the hell out of them.
I’m shaking my head about Erik’s new imaginary friend! That just cracks me up. Maybe he can talk some sense into her….?
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