Today started of quite well. I woke up on time, got hugs and kisses from Aaron and was out the door without a hitch. Then I got to work…
We have spent many many hours capturing data for a new project, we have had some hiccups but they seemed to be sorted out and we started to capture the financial info for a debit run that needs to be finalised on Thursday (thats tomorrow just so you know). Three days later we come across a small massive glitch in the system, our data has disappeared. We were checking each batch as they were posted to the system and they were fine until this morning when one batch wasnt there, so we went back and spot checked other batches and THEY. WERE. MISSING! They were there yesterday and the day before but now they are gone!
To make matters worse our programmer has no frigging clue why this is happening! She will be back tomorrow and hopefully with a little more work she can figure it out. If she doesnt… well lets not go there…
Then, yesterday I took my sick baba to the doctor again, he thinks Aaron needs to be nebulised and gave me a prescription for him and one for some meds I need. I got home too late to fill it so Paul scanned it and faxed it to Dischem so that I could collect it today.
I called Dischem at 12:15 to confirm that everything was in order and that I could collect at 1pm. I informed them that there were two scripts and that they were for me and for Aaron. The lady on the phone assured me they were ready to be collected. When I got there only my script was filled. They didnt even have Aarons. The same one that was faxed at the same time as mine!
This is not the first time that a faxed script has been lost by them. Thats why I called to check it was ready. I gave the poor pharmacist such a go that half the customers were giggling at us and half were backing away very slowly.
When I got back to work I tried faxing the script again but could not get through to either of the two fax numbers they gave me. So in desperation I sent our office driver to them with the original. I then called to make sure they had it and am now going to collect it all after work.
On a happier note, I love the Woolies Sale. I got me a lovely white handbag for R112.00 marked down from R250.00 and a JT T-shirt for R37.00 instead of R90.00. WIN!
Jozikids is an amazing resource for parent, check it out.
And then check out my first Jozikids blog post!
I have been burying my head in the proverbial sand for weeks.
My gran on my moms side is sick. She has been sick for quite some time. She has a degenerative liver condition. It cannot be cured. At her last doctors appointment the doc told my mom she is getting worse and that she probably will not make out the year.
I am very very lucky to have had all my grandparents up until last year when my grandfather on my dads side passed away at almost 94 years old.
My gran is the youngest of my grandparents and I am not ready to say goodbye to her. I think out of all my grandparents I am closest to her. She was my confidant as a child and as a teenager I could talk to her about anything.
Somehow, even though I know logically death is a natural end and if you are lucky you get to live a long and productive life, it never really occurred to me that I would someday not have my grandparents around. It is hard to wrap my brain around the concept that one day, probably soon, my gran will no longer be with us.
That being said, I have done a rather great impression of that ostrich and have tried very hard to ignore the facts.
I need to put my big girl panties on and spend more quality time with my gran and take Aaron for more visits and just spend as much time as I can with her.
Life is to short (no matter how long your life is) to be afraid.
Live every minute as if it may be, not only your last one, but the last minute of your loved ones too!
Aaron was supposed to start school on Monday. Needless to say Mother Nature has been an utter bitch this week so we decided to keep Aaron home.
I have to admit, Im a little relieved. I know he needs to go and that he will enjoy it and that it will be beneficial for him, but the thought of sending my tiny little baby big boy to school is a little nerve wracking.
Anyhoo, we will see what the weather is like next week, so long as it isnt raining we will probably send him.
Aaron is starting play-school on Monday.
We went to take a look this morning and we both feel comfortable with the lady who runs the school and with the school itself.
The hours are from 8:30 – 12pm, they get snacks and drinks, there are swings, two jungle gyms, two sandpits, tons of bikes and trikes and push prams and wheel barrows, a wendy house, four staff members and 15 children. There is a library of books and tons of toys. The other little children are friendly and range in age from 15 month to 2.5 years old. They have story time and craft time and if they dont want to listen or do the crafts then they can play or do something that they want to do.
Paul is a little hesitant to send him, he spends most of the day at home and hears him playing and gets to have cuddles and kisses whenever he wants. Rhona, the lady who runs the school, told Paul that he can pop in whenever he wants or even bring his laptop and work there if he wants to. So sweet.
So, off to school on Monday.
… the children will vomit!
Paul left for Dubai yesterday. I left Aaron at my mom so that I could take Paul to the airport. I got back to her at about 5pm and we decided to go out for dinner. We went to Giavanni’s in Melrose Arch and had a lovely meal, Aaron went on a tour of the kitchen much to the delight of the kitchen staff. At about 7 we decided it was home time and I bundled the very tired boy into the car and off we went.
When we got home my hopes of a quite, uneventful evening went to hell in an itty bitty hand basket. Aaron become hyper and started running around chasing the dogs. He got so over-excited he had a coughing fit which led to a huge vomit all over the kitchen floor. Cue the dogs. They came running to try and eat it up (I know, disgusting, yet very handy) and Aaron promptly threw up on two of their heads.
I undressed Aaron, changed him and managed to get him to sleep then went to clean up the kitchen and the dogs. Kitchen floor was easy, Jik and a wet rag and it was clean. The dogs on the other hand, they needed a bath but it was cold, Aaron was asleep and I didn’t have the energy to bath them so I cleaned their heads with a wet cloth. They still stink but Paul can wash them when he gets back.
I then settled down to watch Twilight and about an hour in Aaron started crying, I go and settle him and when I get back one of the bloody dogs has thrown up all over the entrance hall.
I am hoping that this was just a matter of getting all the yucky stuff out of the way and the next two nights are calm and easy going.
I really miss my husband. So does Aaron. Its really heartbreaking trying to tell him that daddy is not here when all he wants is his ‘Da’.
Two more sleeps and he is home!!
We think we may have found the perfect play school/creche for Aaron. Its round the corner from both home and work, the hours fit in perfectly with my work hours in the morning, its very unstructured, lots of playing and music, on fridays the kids bake challah and the cost per month is really reasonable.
We are going on Tuesday to take a look and if Aaron gives it his stamp of approval then he will probably start going 1st of June.
Paul is a bit hesitant to send him to ‘school’ but he know that Aaron needs the interaction with other children and the additional stimulation that play school will provide. Our housekeeper, Aletta, is also not so sure about sending him, she keeps telling me its too cold and he should really only start in summer, I think she is going to miss him.
I know he is ready to go, he loves playing with other kids and I know he will benefit from the experience. Its still a little sad to know that my ‘baby’ is going to school though…
I feel so helpless listening to Aaron crying.
For some reason he will not go to sleep, he just screams and screams, we try CIO, we try holding and rocking him, we try bottles, we try changing him… NOTHING works.
He wants to go in the car, we did that last week when he was so sick, now its all he wants.
I just feel so fucking useless when he wont come to me or be comforted by me. At least he lets Paul hold him.
I wish he would just stop crying, just for a moment so that he would calm down enough to take the bottle. I know he is tired, overly so, and this is why he is screaming but please Gd just let the crying stop!