There is a new bike route to take each morning; Winter has started kindergarten. The only reason I have to not be excited about this is the fact that the orientation phase involves a parent sitting at the kindergarten for two or three hours every day, and then going home with the child. So, for some amount of time we cannot pinpoint beforehand, we have no set daily child care. I have been dreading it for months.
I don’t know how any one in Germany with children and “normal” jobs (as in 9-5, 40 hours a week, pressure, etc) manages to have children.
Otherwise: exciting! Wee! My little girl is growing up, glug glug, *wistful smile* etc or something. I don’t feel sentimental about it, though it seems that people expect me to, just glad that she’ll be somewhere where she will be more challenged, more stimulated. She was getting bored at the pre-school-child-care-I-don’t-know-what-the-fuck-to-call-it-in-English, and she’s loving the new place. I am occasionally astonished, looking at her, that she is so big and whole and smart and interesting, and I am excited for all she has to look forward to.
I’m feeling more informational than poetic today, sorry reading world. It must be the fact that I had insomnia last night and instead of sleeping finished The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater. The Beard is in the middle of gutting half of our sleeping Wagen because there was mold. A real monster under the bed situation. Helloooo panic attack! Apparently being able to locate my physical possessions is one of the few weak tennants currently connecting me to wells of sanity and patience.
I was forced to take Winter’s treehouse bed apart and build her one lower to the ground because she refused to sleep in the tree house, though she liked to play there. Now we only have a light case of slashing legs and flailing arms and screaming when its time to go to bed. She still doesn’t sleep through the night. At this point I no longer believe she ever will. I mean shit, I don’t sleep through the night, even when I can. *weeps* (No, this is not a plea for advice.) Because of Beard’s gutting project, we won’t have a big bed anymore either, so, well, I’ll just hold my tongue and my breath and hope I can sleep again comfortably, with copius space, for many hours at a time, someday.
Hey, is that a coffee on your desk? I’m going to need to take that. *reaches through screen* *runs off laughing* *runs into pole and is knocked unconscious*
Unconscious sounds good right now. Only seven more hours until bedtime.
What has your life been like?