hindsight is 20/20

so.

the public health nurse called me on wednesday
to tell me that they did a routine vision test
in the grade one class that my 6 year old son is in
and they had some concern with his left eye.

i took him to an eye doctor on friday morning
half expecting them to say slightly nearsighted
or slightly farsighted
or needing glasses
but as the testing progressed i found myself sitting
with fingers crossed tightly that that would be all
they found...

as it turns out, six has very poor,
(read: next to none)
vision in his left eye...
apparently
it is a lazy eye
even though it looks perfectly healthy from the outside
apparently
there may be nothing
that can be done because
apparently
we should have had his eyes tested at 3 years of age

i sat in that office in shock.

i read parenting magazines
and parenting books
and parenting websites
on a daily basis...
i have a diploma in early childhood care and education,
i have many friends that have children...
i have never heard tell of having my children's vision
tested by age three
anywhere...ever....
i was stunned.

so we have two referrals coming up
with specialists who will either patch
the good eye to make him use the bad
although the dr i saw on friday said his left
was so bad, that he may not be able to
function with the other eye patched...
or they may say
it is past the window of fixable opportunity
and we missed it...
and nothing can be done.

i am stunned.
really and truly stunned.
i know that there are worse things
we could have found out
and i am grateful that this is all that it was
but still
its hard to process...
especially the guilt part....
how could i have not seen?
should i have seen?
how could i have NOT seen???

sigh.

hair on the back of my neck...

as i read this blog
today
(as i always make time to do, heehee)
i was reminded of something i wanted
to tell...

my daughter, 10
came into our room
the other morning and
said she had a dream
that she got her fortune told
and it said
that her color was as light as an angel
but her lips made the sound of the devil

heh. heh.
(nervously-kinda-creeped-out-giggle
in case ya didn't know...)

bloody rotten hell.

i hate my job
i hate my job
i hate my job
i hate my job
I hate my job
i HATE my job
i hate MY job
i hate my JOB
JOB
JOB
JOB...
i hate my job.
hate it.
my job.
i hate it.
fucking rotten fuck.

heh.
so how is your day?

happy belated turkey day

we had a great thanksgiving...
a family so big we had to put the kitchen
table together with the dining room table
in order to seat everyone
and still the kids old enough to eat on their own
had to sit at the coffee table
but everyone was full, happy and
a part of the day...
ages ranged from a baby in the belly
to the 60 year old patriarch
at the head of the table...

on an unrelated note...
i finished reading the oprah book
i mentioned before
"a million little peices"
by james frey
and i LOVED it...
two of my sister in laws and a best friend
and i have decided to form a book "swap"
of sorts and each buy one book a month
and let each other read it...
this was my book for the month
and i can't wait for the others to read it...
i loved it...
the writing is very sparse and bare
and real...
you should read it.

also
watch the movie "dear frankie"
if you want a good sweet make-you-cry
on-many-different-levels kind of movie...
and
"the upside of anger"
i don't like kevin costner but i love joan allen
(and kevin was not so bad in this one)
(i will grudgingly admit)
its funny/dark if you like that kind of thing
and i definately do...

sweet-friday-bliss....

ahhhhh...
i love fridays
especially sunny ones...
especially fridays that precede
long weekends...
especially fridays
that you get paid on...
even though you ultimately
owe
all that paid-to-you money
out to someone else...

i just love the anticipation
of the weekend...
anything could happen
though usually
nothing
ever does...
but thats ok too...

i just want to have time to sit
and read
and write
and think
and if i'm lucky maybe my friends from "away"
will come by
and maybe there will be funny interesting conversation...

i am reading a million little pieces
by james frey...